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

on surgical gloves. When he lowered his mask after sanitizing, the world seemed to tilt violently beneath me.

Mason.

Dr. Mason Avery.

My ex-husband.

For a few terrifying seconds, I thought exhaustion had finally broken my mind. After eighteen hours of labor, maybe my brain was dragging old memories into the present like ghosts.

But he was real.

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