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

“Dr. Avery,” she said carefully, “someone’s asking for you downstairs.”

Mason frowned.

“Who?”

Megan hesitated.

“Your mother.”

Every bit of warmth drained from my body.

Mason looked stunned.

“How does she even know I’m here?”

Megan shifted uncomfortably.

“Dr. Mercer called her.”

Of course she did.

Perfect.

Even now, his mother still managed to appear before anything continue reading …