My Ex-Husband Invited Me to His Wedding Less Than a Day After I Gave Birth — Thirty Minutes Later, He Burst Into My Hospital Room and Realized the Baby He’d Been Told Never Existed Was His Daughter

I stared at him, the pieces clicking together with a sickening clarity. “And you ran here.”

“Yes.”

As if summoned by the confession, the door opened again. A woman swept in behind him, heels striking the floor too sharply for a maternity ward, her expression twisted with rage and terror. She pointed straight at my child, her voice rising high enough to make the nurses stiffen.

“That baby was never supposed to be here,” she shouted. “I paid for the records. I saw the confirmation. She’s lying—this is someone else’s child and she’s trying to destroy my life.”

Everything moved at once after that. One nurse stepped between her and the bassinet, another pressed the emergency button on the wall.

Adrian turned to her slowly, his face empty of all color. “You paid for what?”

She realized too late what she had said. Her mouth opened, then closed again, fear flooding in where certainty had been. “I did it for us,” she pleaded. “She was going to trap you. You were finally becoming who you were meant to be.”

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