Six months after the divorce, I never expected to hear my ex-husband’s voice again. Yet that morning, as I lay in a hospital bed with my newborn daughter sleeping peacefully beside me, my phone vibrated. The name on the screen made my breath hitch: Ethan Walker—my ex.

Six months after the divorce, I never expected to hear my ex-husband’s voice again. Yet that morning, as I lay in a hospital bed with my newborn daughter sleeping peacefully beside me, my phone vibrated. The name on the screen made my breath hitch: Ethan Walker—my ex.

I almost ignored it. Almost.

“What do you want?” I asked when I finally answered.

He sounded oddly cheerful. “I’m getting married this weekend. I thought it would be… polite to invite you.”

A tired, hollow laugh slipped from my lips. “Ethan, I just gave birth. I’m not going anywhere.”

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