At 10:03 p.m., the hospital called—my ex-wife was unconscious, pregnant, and dying… and the child she’d been hiding was mine

will before the baby was born.”

I felt cold.

My will.

The thing I had ignored for years because men like me considered death an inconvenience scheduled for other people.

“What did Liam say?”

“He called after. Said Julia got emotional. Said he could help me leave quietly. He offered money.”

“You already had money.”

Hannah’s laugh cracked into a cough.

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