At Twenty Weeks, He Faked My Miscarriage

suing a fair division of marital assets – specifically, my rightful share, earned through years

, to beg. He even told Kendra to tone down her public displays of affection, a

amount of money at a high-stakes poker game in Monte Carlo. In a fit of pique, he'd barricaded himself in his hotel suite, threatening to...

e phone. "He says if she doesn't fly out here right now, he'll.

ultimatum. His hund

mong the city's elite, relayed the message with a weary sigh. "He's asking for y

e, the tearful reunion, the public re

, "that I am otherwise engaged. And tell his parents that

of the line. Then, my lawyer chuc

rage of angry calls from his father and a frosty reception from Kendra, who was less tha

to voicemail. His texts, a bizarre mix of threats,

edly mine, apartment in the West Village. He looked d

, his voice hoarse

k about, Jared," I said

o push past me. "I know you're still angry

said simply.

flicker of the old Amelia, the one who would al

med to reconsider. "Kendra and

I said, my voice neutral. "But

gs out with you!" he blurted out, a desperate edge

e real reason for hi

s. My lawyer will be in touch with yours to finalize th

, the click of the lock echoi

d failed. There would n