“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

smelled of antiseptic and warm milk. My stitches ached. My hands trembled.

Adrian gave a soft chuckle. “Still there, Mia?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Don’t be dramatic. Eight months is enough time to get over a divorce. Besides, you always said you wanted a family. Thought you’d enjoy watching me finally have one.”

A nurse passed the doorway. The monitors hummed continue reading …