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The thought hit me like a punch to the gut.

I stayed silent as we waited outside the emergency room. Logan didn’t look at me once. He seemed completely absorbed in Selene’s condition, as if I, his fiancée, didn’t exist.

The bitter feeling in my chest grew stronger, spreading like poison through my veins. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure, but the words slipped out before I could stop them.

“Is it… your child?” I asked, my voice low but direct.

Logan finally turned to face me, his expression sharp with surprise. For a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes–shock, maybe even guilt–but it disappeared as quickly as it came. His face hardened, and his voice was steady when he answered.

“What are you talking about? Of course not. It’s Liam’s.”

Relief washed over me, but it didn’t erase the tension knotting in my chest.

Liam Harlow. Selene’s late husband and Logan‘ closest friend. He’d died in a car accident just a month ago. The crash had been brutal, the car completely totaled. Liam hadn’t made it.

Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m taking care of Selene

because Liam asked me to. Before he died.”

His words stirred a memory. I thought back to the night Logan came home after handling Liam’s funeral arrangements–his disheveled hair, the dark circles under his eyes, the stubble on his jaw. He had looked like a man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Their bond had been deep, unshakable. Liam wasn’t just a friend to Logan; he was family. And now that he was gone, of course Logan would feel responsible for Liam’s widow.

The guilt hit me like a cold slap. How could I have doubted him?

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fingers brushing against Logan‘ arm. “I’m sorry,” I said softly, “I shouldn’t

moment, he looked down at me,

catching in

to explain what had happened earlier. “About tonight… Kian made it all up. I didn’t touch him. He just wanted to cause trouble.”

his mouth. “You always manage to find yourself in the

fault,” I protested.

used to when we were younger. “No more drinking,” he said, his tone

mouth to argue–after all, I’d only had one beer–but before I could, the door to the emergency room swung open.

expression brisk but professional. His eyes immediately landed on Logan.

of the pregnant patient?”

his hand dropping from my face. “Yes,” he said, taking a small

this consent form. Your wife is showing signs of a miscarriage. We’re doing everything we can to prevent it, but there’s still a risk the pregnancy might not continue. Your signature is required to proceed.”

his name in the

“spouse” stared back at me

of the form.

lump rise in my throat as I watched him

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as someone else’s family before becoming mine.

room safely. The baby had been

from crying. With her delicate features and frail appearance, she looked heartbreakingly pitiful–like someone who

at her bedside. “The

was so scared,” Selene whimpered, her voice trembling as fresh

rolled down her cheeks.

her fingers brushing against his hand. Then, without hesitation, she held onto him,

stood there for a moment, watching the scene unfold. Sure, she looked pitiful. But that didn’t mean she

husband.

tone calm. “Mrs. Harlow, the doctor mentioned that intense emotions aren’t good for the baby.

a shame if anything