After we married, I did everything I could to get pregnant, but month after month, nothing happened.   On our fourth wedding anniversary, I opened Owen Brooks's safe and found two documents. One was a vasectomy consent form. The other was a child support agreement between Owen and his first love, Natalie Foster. Under the agreement, Owen had promised Natalie 50 million dollars in cash, a five percent stake in his company, and two houses in highly rated school districts.   I, on the other hand, had been required to sign a prenuptial agreement before the wedding. Once we were married, Owen secretly took away my chance to become a mother.   For 4 years, he assured me that it didn't matter if we never had children. It wasn't that children didn't matter to him. He already had one with someone else.   "Who gave you permission to open my safe?"   I turned to the man in the doorway. I didn't argue or demand an explanation. I simply said, "Owen, I want a divorce."   Owen frowned, snatched the documents from my hands, and tore them to pieces.   "I didn't know she was pregnant until after I married you. I have a responsibility to that child. Claire, stop dwelling on the past."   He left the study without another glance at me.   I calmly called my attorney.