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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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reached out, my fingers brushing against Logan‘ arm. “I’m sorry,” I said

say 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

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

a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

my fault,” I protested.

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

argue–after all, I’d only had one beer–but before I could, the door to the emergency

out, his expression brisk but professional. His eyes

of the pregnant patient?” the doctor

hand dropping from my face. “Yes,” he

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

signed his name in

member” and “spouse” stared

of the form.

in my throat as I watched him hand the clipboard back to

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as someone else’s

of the emergency room safely. The baby had

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

her bedside. “The baby is fine. Everything’s

scared,” Selene whimpered, her

down her cheeks.

and she took it, her fingers brushing against his hand. Then, without

she looked pitiful. But

husband.

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

your child; it would be a shame if anything happened now