“Sign the Shares First,” My Parents Ordered While I Held My Newborn—Then My Son’s Father Opened the Hospital Door – Welcome

window.

“I knew this was a terrible idea.”

“I’m sorry.”

She closed her eyes for a second.

Then she said:

“Go upstairs.”

“What?”

“Go. I’ll handle it.”

Noah ran upstairs.

Chloe sat down in the armchair.

Placed her phone facedown.

And waited.

Then Mark and I walked in.

I watched myself confront her again.

“What happened?”

And Chloe lied.

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