Betting Against My Own Son

Summary

In the gilded ballroom of the private members' club, my six-months-pregnant daughter-in-law was pushed toward the center of the stage—placed squarely before a life-sized "Paternity Wheel."

Surrounding the roulette were seven men.

My son. His personal bodyguard. His driver. The chief financial officer. And the fertility specialist who had walked Serena through every harrowing trimester of her high-risk pregnancy.

My son’s childhood sweetheart, Sloane, personally tied a silk blindfold over Serena’s eyes.