From scapegoat to king

ittany?" My voice was ti

mpany. If this hit-and-run sticks to him, his career, what's left of it, is over." Brittany's tone was ch

to a child. "You're not in the public eye like he is. You're... private

yourself? First, you want me to claim Chad's hit-and-run. I did. Now, you want me to let the wo

r of manipulation. "Austin, I'm b

ears welled, hot and shameful. "You want

nts, seeing a therapist twice a week." Her voice rose with a not

ice?" The words were ground o

her voice softening, a practiced caress. "And Austin, about the b

ld fra

was a raw, ragged thi

, a flash of irritation. "But Chad can'

ath hi

w, broken sound, tears

ms." What else could I say

nother word, her phone

it up. "Chad?

r. "Brittany, I had a nightmare! I'm so scared! What i

of maternal concern. "Shhh, Chad, honey, don't worry. I

ard glance at me, rushed out of

be. I drove to the women's clinic,

ittany Miller," I t

in her eyes. "Brittany Miller? Isn't her... u

chest was a physical weight,

g through with it. An

rom a back room, looking pale. Chad was by her side, his arm around her shoulders, both

as we discussed, your uterine wall is quite thin. If you proceed with this

exchanged a look

an attempt at a smile. "It's okay, Doct

gers t

still, you'd sacrifice our child, your fut

my lip, hard,

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hands, Chad protectively cradling a designer diaper bag,

was a cesspool of ado

ppy! True love c

ding by him. He's b

e baby's due? T

y she was engaged to? Guess he was

to my palms, bu

to a family law attorney my father had r

nd I needed to understand what rights I had, if