keup, my hands trembling. Every time I looked at Lily, sleeping peacefully in her crib, a wave of col

Matthew' s twisted sense of oblig

downtown where he worked as a project manager. I wal

perfectly bored expression, looked up

atthew Hughes. I' m

sheveled appearance. She smirked. "Mr. Hughes is in a meetin

another slap. "We' re no

ot what he says." She gestured with her chin towards the

serious corporate meeting. He was leaning over a desk, his arm draped posses

siness suit, looking not like a grieving widow but like a

ate, ignited a fire in my chest. I pushed past the r

conference room d

hen he saw me. Sabrina, however, perfected her role instantly. Her face

red, her voice trembling. "

. "My husband gave my daughter' s future to

e the one who was a threat. "Look what you' re doing! You'

at him. "What about what Lily is going through? What a

tthew' s face turned crimson. He was a man who cared

ocence and concern. "Matthew, honey... are you sure the baby is yours? I mean... Jennifer has been so unsta

his savior complex and his rage at being publicly humiliated, latched onto it.

with a stranger' s contempt. "Get out," he hissed

the stares, the judgment in the eyes of his colleagues. I had come here seeking just

by a cold, hard certainty. This was over. My love for

to the tiny, innocent life depending on me. I would not let the