He's The Last To Know Her Power

From the back cover

"I want a divorce."

I was eight months pregnant. He didn't know.

For three years, I fixed every SEC filing he signed. Caught every error. Kept his billion-dollar firm clean. He never once asked what I did all day.

When he said those three words over dinner, I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I just smiled and said, "Okay."

Then I went upstairs, unlocked my study—the room he never entered—and pulled out a lease for a Brooklyn apartment. Incorporation papers for my own firm. And a folder full of evidence that could send his company up in flames.

He thought he was divorcing a wife.

He was actually firing the only person keeping him out of federal prison.

Now his partners want to sue me. His mother is panicking. And he's been sitting in a hospital waiting room for seven hours—just for a chance to hold our daughter.

He spent three years not seeing me.

Now? He can't look away.

My name is Nora Kidd. And I'm just getting started.