My Wife Signed My Death Warrant

Summary

My wife handed me the first slice of our daughter’s third birthday cake.

“Eat up,” she said, her voice casual, almost pleasant. “And then sign the custody waiver.”

The metal fork froze halfway to my mouth.

She reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her smile serene and untroubled. “Ryan’s fiancée just found out she’s sterile.”

I forced my voice through a throat that felt like it was closing up. “And?”

She let out a soft, melodic laugh. “So, his biological child—our daughter—needs to go back to her rightful father. It’s only fair.”