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

partner.

Just a colleague.

Natalie shot him a brief look.

And there it was.

The truth.

Small.

But undeniable.

Something twisted painfully in my chest.

Not because he had moved on.

That part was expected.

What hurt was realizing some part of me still cared.

“How long?” I asked quietly.

Mason turned toward me immediately.

“Harper—”

“How long?”

Natalie shifted uncomfortably.continue reading …