PART 1
My phone buzzed while my newborn rested quietly against my chest, his tiny fingers tucked beneath my collarbone. The name on the screen made me sigh.
It was my ex-husband.
His voice carried the smug confidence of someone convinced life had rewarded him.
“Claire, tomorrow’s the wedding,” Ethan said, loud music and laughter echoing behind him. “Bianca insisted we invite you. Come watch us celebrate our victory.”
I glanced through the nursery window. Noah had entered the world seven weeks too soon, but each day he grew a little stronger, breathing without assistance now.
“Sorry,” I replied. “I’m busy taking care of someone you never even thought to ask about.”
The line fell silent.
After a long pause, Ethan asked quietly, “What did you just say?”
I disconnected without answering.
Half an hour later, Ethan rushed into St. Matthew’s Hospital wearing an expensive suit with his tie missing, panic replacing his earlier arrogance. Bianca hurried after him in her white rehearsal outfit, clearly furious that their evening had been interrupted.
“Where’s the baby?” Ethan demanded. “Is he mine?”
Dr. Elena Reyes stepped calmly in front of him.
“Mr. Cole, lower your voice.”
“I deserve to know.”
“You had nine months to ask,” I answered.
His eyes settled on Noah through the nursery glass. For a brief instant, genuine emotion crossed his face before calculation quickly replaced it.
“If he’s my son, I want a DNA test.”
Dr. Reyes flipped through Noah’s medical file.
“There’s no need. The prenatal DNA screening already confirmed paternity. Noah is your biological child.”
Bianca stared in disbelief.
The doctor continued before either of them could respond.
“Ms. Bennett required emergency surgery after suffering a placental abruption triggered by blunt-force trauma.”
Ethan slowly turned toward Bianca.
I watched her grip tighten around the jeweled purse in her hands.
Dr. Reyes looked directly at Ethan.
“Hospital security footage captured your fiancée pushing Ms. Bennett in the parking garage three days before delivery.”
Bianca immediately protested.
“She threatened me first!”
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