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
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