My daughter had been kidnapped at her own first birthday party and drained of her bone marrow. I'd tracked down the culprit, only to discover it was her own father.
Thomas Gilbert didn't give a damn whether his daughter lived or died, yet somehow I was the one being unreasonable.
I made a phone call. My assistant arrived within minutes, people in tow.
Thomas's bodyguards moved to block them. I shut that down myself.
My lawyer handed me the custody relinquishment agreement. I took it and threw it at Thomas.
"If this hospital won't treat her, I'll find one that will."
"Since you can't stand the sight of your own daughter, you can have exactly what you want."
"Sign it."
Thomas stared at the document, stunned for half a second, then erupted.
"What the hell are you doing? Who gave you permission to draw this up?"
"I'm telling you, there's no way I'm signing—"
I raised a hand and cut him off before he could finish.
"When I was eight months pregnant and agreed to remarry you, you promised you'd be good to me and our daughter."
"That was the last time I ever believed you."
"Three days. Whether you sign or not, I'm taking my daughter."
I turned and walked away, ignoring his frantic shouting behind me.