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.
