“Ethan, you can’t just—” I began.
He ignored me and went straight to the crib, staring at my baby like the world had stopped. His hands shook. “She… she looks exactly like me,” he murmured.
The room went completely still.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped.
He turned, panic written all over his face. “Why didn’t you tell me the baby was a girl?”
I laughed bitterly. “Why would I tell you anything? You said the baby wasn’t yours.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said quickly. “I thought… I thought you lost the baby. My fiancée told me you weren’t pregnant anymore.”
My chest tightened. “Your fiancée lied to you. Congratulations.”
He dragged a hand through his hair, breathing hard. “I invited you to the wedding because she insisted. She wanted proof you were completely out of my life. But when I told her you’d just given birth…” His voice faltered.
The air in the room shifted.
“She screamed,” he went on. “Said the baby couldn’t exist. Then she fainted.”
I slowly sat up, my heart racing. “Ethan… what did you do?”
He swallowed. “I ran. Straight here.”
That was when his fiancée stormed in behind him, fury twisting her face. She pointed at my child and screamed something that made every nurse freeze.
“THAT BABY IS RUINING MY LIFE!” Madeline Brooks shouted, her perfect hair disheveled, mascara streaked from tears.
Security rushed forward, but Ethan lifted a trembling hand. “Give us a minute,” he said hoarsely.
Madeline laughed hysterically. “You promised me there was no baby! You said she was lying!”
I pulled my daughter closer, my entire body shaking with anger and exhaustion. “Get her out,” I said quietly.
Ethan turned to Madeline, his voice low and stunned. “You told me she wasn’t pregnant anymore. You swore.”
She folded her arms. “Because if you knew the truth, you would’ve gone back to her.”
That was when it finally clicked for him.
He collapsed into the chair beside my bed, burying his face in his hands. “I destroyed my family over a lie.”
I felt no triumph—only exhaustion. “No,” I said calmly. “You destroyed it because you chose not to trust me.”
Madeline sneered. “Oh, come on. She probably got pregnant on purpose.”
Ethan shot to his feet so abruptly that the chair toppled over. “Get out,” he said coldly. “Now.”
Security led her away as she continued shouting about money, reputation, and what people would say. When the door finally shut, the silence in the room felt heavy.
Ethan turned back to me, his eyes filled with tears. “Is she… is she really mine?”
I nodded once. “The DNA test is already done. You demanded it during the divorce—remember?”
He flinched. “I never even looked at the results.”
I took a slow breath. “She is your daughter, Ethan. But that doesn’t mean you can step back into my life as if none of this happened.”
“That’s not what I want,” he said quickly. “I want to be responsible.”
“For the baby?”
“For both of you.”
I studied him closely. He wasn’t the confident man I once married. He looked shattered—frightened and ashamed.
“You’re supposed to be getting married in two days,” I said.
“Not anymore,” he replied firmly. “I canceled it.”
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