utine check, confirmed everything was fine, and Drake, ev

ed her blanket, whispered reassurances. He was a perfect picture of a loving husband, a devoted fathe

e white pillows, beckoned me in. "Kaitlyn, please co

r of guilt crossing his face. I took a deep breath, the ster

ely above a whisper. "It was my fault. I asked him to br

st stood there, a stone statu

ting touch, devoid of the warmth I once craved. A flicker of remorse cro

ering his thoughts. "I... I met Chelsea again at a business dinner. One of my partners was forci

sh in my mouth. He squeezed my hand, a gesture that felt utterly p

I can't abandon my own flesh and blood." He looked at me, his gaze pleading. "Once the baby is born, we'll register it under your name. Y