Three months after bringing Daniel home, Emma finally felt like she could breathe.
Daniel was thriving—twelve pounds now, smiling, cooing, sleeping seven-hour stretches at night. Emma's anxiety had lessened with therapy and time. She was back at the foundation three days a week, finding balance between motherhood and meaningful work. Alexander had restructured his role at Sterling Industries, delegating more to focus on family.
They were happy. Actually happy. Not just surviving, but thriving.
Then Jake resurfaced.
Emma was at the foundation office when her assistant knocked on her door, her expression worried. "Emma, there's a process server here. He has legal documents he needs to deliver to you personally."
Emma's stomach dropped. Process server meant lawsuit. But Jake's defamation suit had been settled months ago, dismissed with prejudice. What could this be?
