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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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brushing against Logan‘ arm. “I’m

anything at first. Then, after a moment, he looked down at me, his gaze softening. “You shouldn’t jump to conclusions, Elaine.”

words catching in my

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

at the corner of his mouth. “You always manage to find yourself in the strangest situations.”

my fault,” I protested.

lightly, the way he used to when we were younger. “No more drinking,” he said, his tone teasing but

to argue–after all, I’d only had one beer–but

but professional.

the pregnant patient?” the doctor asked.

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

need you to sign this consent form. Your wife is showing signs of a miscarriage. We’re doing everything we can to prevent

his name in the designated

and “spouse” stared back at me from the top

of the form.

I watched him

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someone else’s family

room safely. The baby had been saved.

eyes swollen and red from crying. With

at her bedside. “The baby is

whimpered, her voice

rolled down

his hand. Then, without hesitation, she held onto him,

for a moment, watching the scene unfold. Sure, she looked pitiful. But that didn’t mean she could treat someone else’s fiancé

husband.

calm. “Mrs. Harlow, the doctor mentioned that intense

would be a