My Baby Daddy

Kayla Graham was pregnant, but the child wasn't her husband's.

She stepped out of the consultation room, her hands shaking as she held the pregnancy test results. Her legs felt unsteady, and her mind hadn't caught up with the shock that had just hit her.

Only a month ago, she had tied the knot with her boyfriend of five years. But on their wedding night, she found out he'd been cheating—his phone was loaded with intimate pictures of him and another woman.

Devastated, she drowned her pain in alcohol, and in her haze, she stumbled into the wrong hotel room, waking up the next morning beside a man she didn't know.

That night, she hadn't gotten a clear look at his face—only the memory of his overpowering presence, nearly suffocating, and the vast room that seemed to swallow her whole.

In the morning, too ashamed to stay, she slipped out in silence, never looking back.

She never could have imagined that a single reckless night would leave her carrying that man's child.

Kayla had no idea what to do—restless, anxious, and overwhelmed. She was desperate to find a way out.

Her phone buzzed just then, snapping her back. A message from her husband, Liam Graham.

"Kayla, I'm outside the hospital, waiting for you."

Staring blankly at the screen, she slid the phone back into her pocket and moved toward the elevator without a word.

For days, the nausea and dizziness had lingered. When she could no longer brush it off, she finally went to the hospital, only to be blindsided by the news of her pregnancy.

As Kayla stepped out of the hospital, the first thing she saw was Liam's black car waiting by the curb.

Drawing in a breath, she hurried toward the car.

Liam got out of the car and walked around to open her door. He looked even more striking and refined in his crisp black suit.

"What did the doctor say?" he asked.

"Just a stomach upset," she said, voice flat.

"You've always had a thing for spicy food. You'll need to ease up. It's not good for your stomach."

Kayla gave a slight nod. The moment she slid into the car, a subtle trace of flowery perfume for women hit her. Liam never used air fresheners—he hated them. That scent could only mean one thing: another woman had been here.

Liam reached over and gently ruffled her hair. "I'll take you home so you can get some rest. I need to return to the office for a bit."

"Okay," she mumbled.

While the car waited at a red light, Liam answered an incoming call.

Kayla shifted slightly and felt her hand graze against something soft. She reached down and pulled out a pink silk scarf.

Her eyes narrowed, fixed on the scarf—it looked far too familiar to be a coincidence. She had once seen the scarf in one of the pictures on his phone.