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Julian Prescott was driving me to a prenatal appointment when her call came through the car speakers. “I’m back. Will you divorce her?” He said nothing. He only ended the call. That night, his attorney delivered the settlement papers. I signed them calmly. “Do you want me out tonight?” Surprise flickered across Julian’s face. He had expected tears. A scene. Maybe even begging. Instead, I handed him the pen. “The house will be deeded to you tomorrow,” he said. I nodded. Julian had no idea that knowing when to back off was the first rule in the gold-digger playbook. It worked every time. At the courthouse, the compensation agreement had grown by several pages. For the first time in three years, Julian reached for my hand. “Let’s get something to eat.” I stepped back. “Mr. Prescott, I don’t think that would be appropriate.” His frown deepened. “We’re getting divorced, Nora. We’re not becoming enemies.” I paused. Three years ago, this same man had told me I was not worthy of standing in the same room as him. Now he wanted dinner. How funny. “I won’t use the baby to hold you back,” I said. “I’ll handle everything cleanly.” His face darkened. “Nora, do you really not want my child?” Julian Prescott was driving me to a prenatal appointment when he received a call. A woman's voice came through the car speakers. "I'm back. Will you divorce her?" Julian said nothing. He simply ended the call. I thought that was a clear, final no. Then, that same night, he had his attorney deliver a divorce settlement agreement. Seeing the restrained emotion in his eyes, I calmly signed and asked, "Do you want me out tonight?" He must have expected tears or a scene, because surprise flickered across his usually austere face. His voice was low and rough. "No. The house will be deeded over to you tomorrow." I nodded obediently. Julian had no idea that knowing when to back off was a staple of the gold-digger playbook. It worked every time. *** I studied Julian's seve

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