“Why didn’t you tell me you were having a girl?” The question came out desperate, almost accusatory, as if I had withheld crucial information he had every right to know.
I laughed—a harsh, bitter sound that surprised even me. It echoed strangely in the quiet room.
“Tell you? Why would I tell you anything? You said the baby wasn’t yours. You accused me of trying to trap you. You filed for divorce and disappeared from my life completely. Why the hell would I tell you whether I was having a boy or a girl?”
The Lie That Destroyed Everything
Ethan dragged both hands through his already messy hair, breathing hard like he’d just run a marathon. “That’s not—I didn’t mean—”
“Spit it out, Ethan.”
He looked at me, then at the baby, then back at me again, his eyes moving between us like he was trying to solve an impossible equation. “I thought you lost the baby.”
The words hung in the air like smoke, acrid and choking.
“What?” I managed to say, though my brain was still catching up to what he’d just said.
“Madeline told me,” he said, his voice cracking on her name. “My fiancée. She said you weren’t pregnant anymore. That you’d miscarried or—or that you’d been lying about being pregnant in the first place. That it was all part of some scheme to hold onto me.”
My chest tightened with a rage so sudden and fierce it actually took my breath away. Heat flooded through me despite my exhaustion, despite every ache in my body, despite how much I wanted to simply close my eyes and sleep.
“Your fiancée lied to you,” I said slowly, each word deliberate and measured. “Congratulations on choosing someone so trustworthy to spend your life with.”
Ethan collapsed into the chair my mother had vacated, suddenly looking like all the strength had drained out of him. He dropped his head into his hands, his shoulders hunched forward.
“I invited you to the wedding because Madeline insisted,” he said, his voice muffled by his palms. “She wanted proof that you were completely out of my life. That you’d moved on. She kept saying she needed to see with her own eyes that you weren’t a threat to our future.”
He looked up at me, and I saw his eyes were red-rimmed, whether from tears or exhaustion or both, I couldn’t tell.
“When I called you earlier and you said you’d just had a baby, I thought you meant with someone else. That you’d moved on, found someone new, started a family with them. I thought—” He stopped, swallowed hard. “I told Madeline what you said.”
“And then what happened?”
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