“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.
