My cheating husband brought his pregnant mistress into the NICU to force me to sign divorce papers while my premature twins fought for their lives

Audrey stared down at the white folder on her lap. Inside lay pages designed to strip her of her dignity, her home, and her legal status. Dominic had spent the last three years keeping her hidden from his corporate elite circles, treating her like a sweet, soft-spoken housewife who depended on his allowance.

He believed she had no money, no family connections, and no spine.

Slowly, the trembling in Audrey's shoulders stopped. The soft, helpless victim vanished. A deep, dead calm washed over her pale features, turning her dark eyes into flint. She dried her tears with the edge of her palm, pulled a silver pen from her robe pocket, and flipped straight to the final page.

Without a single word of protest, she scribbled her signature in sweeping, elegant cursive.

Audrey snapped the folder shut and handed it directly back to Dominic, staring straight into his eyes without flinching.

Natalie chuckled, leaning her head against Dominic’s shoulder. "See? That was much easier than I expected. She knows she's defeated."

Dominic took the folder, a small, victorious smirk playing on his lips. "Wise choice, Audrey. Security will accompany you off the property once you pack your clothes. The house belongs to my firm now."

Instead of crying or begging, Audrey reached into her silk robe, pulled out her personal smartphone, and hit speed dial. She lifted the phone to her ear, keeping her gaze locked directly on Dominic.

Dominic blinked in mild surprise, his brow twitching at her sudden composure.

"Grandfather," Audrey spoke firmly into the receiver, her voice calm and commanding. "I need you at Saint Aurelia Medical Center right now. And bring head security."

Dominic stepped forward, his eyes narrowing in irritation. "Who the hell are you calling? Your family is dead."