I was already 10 centimeters dilated when my husband leaned over my hospital bed and said, “My mistress has already given me the son I always wanted. Your daughter will never carry my last name.”

“What about his threat regarding the hospital and the birth certificate?” I asked, looking toward the clear plastic bassinets where the twins were sleeping peacefully, swaddled in pale blue and pink blankets.

“He has no legal standing to demand sole possession of a newborn, nor can he override hospital discharge protocols,” Dana assured me. “Furthermore, by filing the company compliance review in parallel, we establish that his financial improprieties are a matter of corporate record, not a domestic dispute invented to gain leverage in a divorce.”

I signed the electronic retainers and affidavits with a steady hand. For the first time in our marriage, I wasn’t asking for permission, I wasn’t softening the blow, and I wasn’t wondering if I was being “too difficult.” I was simply protecting my children.