The Billionaire Heiress

Synopsis

I signed the last stroke of the divorce agreement. My husband, Derek Garrett, called the three children down from upstairs, lined them up, and pushed them into the middle of the living room. He said, "Pick one to take with you." Derek lit a cigarette and leaned back on the sofa, as if he were handling nothing more than an ordinary business deal. The three children stood there. The eldest, Shane Garrett, was seven years old. The second, Leila Garrett, was five. The youngest, Sidney Garrett, was three, still too young to understand the situation, and tugged at the leg of my pants to climb up. I bent down and picked Sidney up. I said, "Why should they come with me if I didn't give birth to them?" I glanced at Shane and Leila. I said, "You know better than anyone who their birth mother is, Derek." Derek's hand, holding the cigarette, froze midair. Derek's mother, Juliet Garrett, stormed out of the private chapel, her cane thudding loudly against the floor with every step. She said, "Elena, you've raised them for seven years. How can you just cast them aside? Have you no conscience at all?" I laughed. "Where was the Garrett family's conscience when you foisted someone else's children on me to raise?"