He Belongs to Me is a love story . . . a tale of betrayal and deception and of a young mother's determination to recover what belongs to her.
Forced to leave her baby and tricked into relinquishing her parental rights, four years later Catherine Boyd is back and she'll do anything to regain custody of her son--even reconcile with the husband falsely accused of killing their son's twin.
All in the name of love for a little boy, generations of pain and tragedy are exposed in a courtroom drama.
Every week? He’d written her every week? Her anger evaporated. He hadn’t forgotten them. All those nights she’d lain awake in their king-size bed fretting that he was partying with pretty sorority girls, he’d actually been working two jobs and writing her.
She’d saved every letter from Thomas, sometimes crying out of loneliness, wishing desperately that things were different. She’d read his letters over and over again until the paper grew soft from her handling. Even after all the terrible things she’d said to him, Thomas hadn’t given up on them—at least not right away.
“I didn’t return anything,” she said. Not that it really mattered anymore. Their love was a thing of the past and her parents had their son. But still, Thomas hadn’t forgotten her. They stood quietly, each swamped in memories, trying to assimilate this new information and see what it meant to them now.
“Why California?” His eyes narrowed. “The Catherine I knew would never have given up her son for an Ivy League education. What did they do to you?”
“Stanford’s not Ivy League,” she muttered to buy time. “They didn’t do anything. I was alone and confused. And my father insisted I needed the prestige of a Stanford degree.”
“Drew was only a baby. He needed his mother,” Thomas declared flatly.
“And his father.”
Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “Not according to you.”
Catherine sighed, annoyed that her quick temper had gotten ahead of her brain. “Well, maybe I was wrong, but I made the best decision I could at the time and I’d do it again.” She paused to regroup. “Look, I’m sorry. You have every right to be upset, but that doesn’t change anything. I signed a contract giving my parents custodial rights, but you didn’t. To get Drew back, we need to live together and approach my parents as a happily reconciled couple. And if they won’t sign him back over to us, then we’ll have to sue them for custody.”
Body taut, Thomas scowled. “You seem to have it all worked out.”
“I know this would be a disruption in your life, but my attorney assured me it’s the best way.”
“A disruption?” He snorted. “That’s the understatement of the century. What if I don’t want a family and wife?”
Although they had been apart for many years, the question still hurt. “You already have us. We just haven’t been here.”
“Exactly. Which is the way you wanted it.”
Theresa Rizzo is an award-winning author who writes emotional stories that explore the complexity of relationships and families through real-life trials. Born and raised in Grosse Pointe, Michigan, she now lives outside of Boulder, Colorado with her husband of thirty years. Learn more about Theresa at www.theresarizzo.com. Follow Theresa on Twitter (@Theresa_rizzo) or Facebook.