The contraction hit like a freight train, splitting my world into jagged shards of agony

he was the father of the child I had carried in silence, a secret I had guarded like a dying ember in a storm.

“Chloe?” his voice was a ragged whisper, stripped of all professional detachment. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m having a baby, Ethan,” I spat, my voice tight with a mixture of resentment and exhaustion. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

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