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

“For us?” he repeated, his voice dangerously calm. “You let me walk away from my own child.”

I found my voice then, steadier than I felt. “She didn’t just lie to you. She sent me letters. Anonymous ones. Telling me that if I contacted you, you’d take my baby away just to punish me. She made me believe you hated her.”

Adrian looked at me as if he were finally seeing the consequences of his choices, not as concepts, but as scars.

Before the woman could say another word, the door opened once more. This time, it was my brother, Marcus, his broad frame filling the doorway, his expression hard as stone. He had gone to get coffee and returned to chaos.

“Problem?” he asked quietly.

“She needs to leave,” I said. “Now.”

Marcus stepped forward without hesitation, positioning himself between the crib and the strangers. “Out,” he said simply.

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