Corinne wakes up inside a tragic novel—as the doomed birth mother of its unhinged male lead. In the future she saw: she gets eaten by wolves at forty. That leaves her fifteen years.
She wants a divorce.
Seven years ago, her adoptive family sold her to the Redmonds. One night with Gideon. He went back to his unit. She gave birth. His mother took the baby and tossed her a hundred dollars. Seven years later, she turned that hundred into a factory, a body, and a life everyone envies.
Now she stands in front of her husband, demanding a divorce. Gideon doesn‘t sign. She moves into family housing and finds her son Jonah being starved by the caretakers, manipulated by “Aunt Blythe,” and punished because another child won’t eat. She kicks over the table and throws a brick at the old man hurting her son.
“I don‘t care who made the rule. My son doesn’t go hungry. Ever.”
Gideon watches her—and something shifts. Guilt turns to admiration. Admiration turns to love. And the Dorsey family who sold her? She takes them down, one by one.
“Divorce? Fine. But you’ll have to win me back first.”
