My Fake Husband Wants Full Custody

LINA’S POV Almost seven months pregnant, and I couldn’t remember what my feet looked like. “They’re still there,” Seb assured […]

LINA’S POV The morning of the hearing, I couldn’t button my dress. My hands shook too badly. My six-month pregnant

LINA’S POV Bed rest was torture. Three days of lying still while the world fell apart around me. Three days

SEB’S POV The letter arrived on a Thursday. Plain white envelope. No return address. But the moment I saw it,

LINA’S POV At almost seven months pregnant, I could no longer see my feet. “This is ridiculous,” I said, staring

LINA’S POV “I’m not going,” I said, staring at the email. “You have to go,” Seb replied from the kitchen

SEB’S POV The immigration interview was scheduled for a Tuesday morning at nine AM. I’d barely slept the night before,

LINA’S POV I woke up to the smell of espresso and the sound of Isabella singing in the kitchen. Seb

LINA’S POV The morning of the home study, I threw up twice. “Nerves or morning sickness?” Seb asked, holding my

SEB’S POV My mother arrived like a force of nature. One minute the apartment was calm. The next, she was