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

energy in the room changed instantly.

Mason stiffened beside the bed.

I looked directly at her.

“Who is she?”

No one answered fast enough.

That silence said everything.

The woman spoke first.

“I’m Dr. Natalie Mercer,” she said carefully. “I was assisting in another delivery room.”

“She’s a colleague,” Mason added too quickly.

Interesting.

Not girlfriend.

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