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“Don’t. I swear to God, Amai, if you come near me right now⁠—”

“You can’t just leave,” Winston said, his voice still calm, still meticulous. “You’re carrying Landry heirs. That makes you family, whether you like it or not.”

Truth turned to him slowly, and the smile that spread across her face was cold enough to freeze blood.

“Family?” she repeated. “You think I’m family? No. I’m a contract. And you know what? That contract Amai rigged in my favor? The one that gives me full custody and financial control if we’re not together?”

My stomach dropped.

“I’m taking full advantage of it,” she continued, her voice steady now, certain. “Because I’m done being controlled. I’m done being managed. I’m done letting any of you make decisions about my body, my life, my future.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” Winston said, and for the first time, I heard something like concern in his voice.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.” Her eyes were blazing. “I’m taking control. Of my life. Of my money. Of my babies.”

My babies.

Not the babies. Not your babies.

My babies.

She’d claimed them. Fully. Completely. And there wasn’t a damn thing any of us could do about it.

Truth turned toward the door, and that’s when Dr. Beaumont made the mistake of stepping into her path.

“Ms. Renois, please—we need to discuss your prenatal care plan⁠—”

Truth didn’t hesitate.

She pulled back and punched Dr. Beaumont square in the face.

The sound was sickening—knuckles meeting bone, the sharp crack of impact. Dr. Beaumont stumbled backward, her hands flying to her nose as blood began to pour between her fingers.

“That’s for being complicit,” Truth said calmly, shaking out her hand. “For letting them use your clinic to manipulate me. For being part of this whole fucked-up operation.”

Dr. Beaumont looked at me, her eyes wide with terror and pain, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen, watching Truth walk toward the door like she was walking through fire and coming out the other side transformed.

“Truth, wait!” I finally found my voice and started after her. “Let me give you a ride. We can talk⁠—”

She whirled on me in the hallway, and the fury in her eyes stopped me cold.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “I don’t want your ride. I don’t want your explanations. I don’t want anything from you.”

“You can’t just⁠—”

“Watch me.”

She pulled out her phone and opened the Uber app, her fingers moving quickly across the screen. I watched her request a ride—Uber Black, arriving soon.

“Truth, please.” I kept my voice low. “I know you’re angry. I know I fucked up. But you have to understand⁠—”

“I don’t have to understand shit.” She looked up at me, and the coldness in her eyes was worse than the anger. “You made your choices, Amai. You chose to lie. You chose to hide your wife. You chose to manipulate me into falling for you while you were married to someone else.”

“I’m not in love with her⁠—”

“I don’t care.” And the worst part was, I could tell she meant it. “I don’t care about your marriage or your feelings or your excuses. I care about me. And my babies. And getting as far away from this family as possible.”

Her phone buzzed.