His Secret Child, My Shattered Dreams

was Ethan, coming back to plead or argue. I brac

Chloe

dress. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and tears were already streaming

rembling whisper. "Please, can

p forward, her hand reaching for my a

me," I said,

orry. I know this looks terrible. But I love him. A

ipulative display of vulnerability, the carefully chosen wo

married," I state

from his parents... and you... you wouldn't giv

as Ethan. He rushed out of the car, his face a

ou not to come," he said, rushing to her

ve done," he hissed, his voice full of accusation. "You've up

ng me. In my own home, he was standing with his pre

Ethan," I said, my v

ected your ridiculous fear. I gave up my dream of having a family for you. I defended you to my p

diculous fear." My "trauma." He was twisting the ver

were standing under an old oak tree, and he was holding my hands. The sun was warm on my ski

want you to know, you are enough. You will always be enough for me. I will never, ever

of ashes at my feet. The contrast between that memory and the man

ing a hand to my stomach. My legs felt weak. The stress, the shock, t

own drama to notice. They were a united front

upport, my breath coming in short, s

linging to his arm. I gave him one last, impossible

"It's simple. I want you to tell her to g

out a horr

a mixture of shock and disgus

his eyes. Just cold, hard refusal. In that moment, I knew with chilling cert