After Our Divorce, I Secretly Carried His Child Until the Day I Went Into Labor and the Doctor Lowered His Mask 009 

At one point, Ethan brushed sweat-soaked hair away from my forehead automatically, like muscle memory had overridden common sense. The touch almost destroyed me.

Because for one stupid second, my body remembered being loved by him.

Not divorced from him.

Not abandoned by him.

Loved.

Then the monitor alarm changed pitch.

Sharp.

Urgent.

The room shifted instantly.

Linda’s expression tightened. “Heart rate dropping.”