After our divorce, I faced labor alone with his child—until the doctor revealed a truth, and his mother tried one last time to tear us apart

processing the positive test.”

Pain crossed his face.

“That’s not entirely fair.”

I stared at him.

“Fair?”

My voice sharpened despite everything.

“Your mother joked about me being infertile at Thanksgiving while you sat there pretending it wasn’t humiliating.”

Megan suddenly found something very important to adjust across the room.

Mason swallowed.

“She didn’t continue reading …