Eight months pregnant with our miracle baby, my husband brought his 22-year-old mistress to our baby shower. When I demanded they leave, he sneered that she carried the “real heir” while his parents applauded. Lying on the floor, I smiled through the pain. They didn’t know the FBI raid I’d arranged was set for 2:00 PM.

She lifted both hands.

“I didn’t know about any of this.”

I almost admired her survival instinct.

Almost.

Agent Reeves looked at her.

“Celeste Varn?”

Celeste froze.

“You are under investigation for accepting assets connected to Ashford shell companies.”

Celeste’s mouth opened.

“Daniel said they were gifts.”

Daniel shouted,

“Shut up!”

Agent Reeves simply nodded.

“Thank you.”

An EMT knelt beside me.

“Ma’am, we need to take you to the hospital.”

I gripped his sleeve.