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.”
