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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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Logan‘ arm. “I’m sorry,” I said softly, “I shouldn’t have assumed.”

moment, he looked down at me, his gaze

the words catching

what had happened earlier. “About tonight… Kian made it all up. I didn’t touch

the corner of his mouth. “You always manage

wasn’t my fault,” I protested.

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

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

but professional. His

the pregnant patient?” the

my face. “Yes,” he said, taking a

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

words “family member” and “spouse” stared back at

of the form.

rise in my throat as I watched him hand the

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someone else’s family before

room safely. The baby had been saved.

from crying. With her delicate features and frail appearance, she

gently, standing at her bedside. “The baby is fine. Everything’s

whimpered, her

down her cheeks.

against his hand. Then, without hesitation, she held onto him, resting her tear–streaked face on the back of

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

husband.

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

be a shame if