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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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against Logan‘ arm. “I’m sorry,”

didn’t say anything at first. Then, after a moment, he looked down at me, his gaze softening. “You

catching in

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

the corner of his mouth. “You always manage to find

wasn’t my fault,” I

when we were younger. “No more drinking,” he said,

only had one beer–but before I could,

expression brisk but professional. His eyes

pregnant

tensed, his hand dropping from my face. “Yes,” he said,

doctor handed him a clipboard and a pen. “We need you to sign 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

and signed his name in the designated space.

“family member” and “spouse” stared back at me from the top

of the form.

throat as I watched him

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signed as someone else’s family before becoming

room

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

bedside. “The baby is

whimpered, her voice

down her cheeks.

tissue, and she took it, her fingers brushing against his hand. Then, without hesitation, she held onto him, resting her tear–streaked face on the back of his

unfold. Sure, she looked pitiful. But that didn’t mean she could treat someone else’s fiancé

husband.

Harlow, the doctor mentioned that intense emotions

save your child; it would be a shame if anything happened now because you’re upset.”