The Night Before I Gave Birth, I Heard My Husband Offer My Doctor a Fortune to Make Sure I Never Came Home—He Thought I Was Sleeping, but I Heard Every Word

My daughter decided she had waited long enough.

Labor progressed rapidly.

Fear never disappeared.

Every monitor beep made me tense.

Every syringe made me ask what it contained.

Every unfamiliar face made my pulse spike.

But I was surrounded by people who knew what had happened.

And shortly before eleven that morning, after hours that felt like years, my daughter entered the world screaming.

Seven pounds, two ounces.

Dark hair.

Tiny fists.

A furious little face.

Dr. Patel placed her against my chest.

I looked down at her and began sobbing all over again.

Miles turned toward the wall, wiping his eyes while claiming the room was too dry.

I named her Emma Rose.

The name Grant and I had chosen was different.

I couldn’t use it anymore.

Emma had almost entered a world designed by her father’s betrayal.

She deserved something that belonged only to us.

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Part Five — The Doctor Had His Own Secret

Three hours after Emma was born, Detective Malcolm Price came into my room.

Grant had been arrested.

Several charges were under review.

But that wasn’t the biggest surprise.

Dr. Adrian Ross was cooperating.

Apparently, the previous night had not been the first time Grant approached him.

Grant had tested the idea weeks earlier.

At first, Adrian thought he was speaking in ugly hypotheticals.

Then the conversations became specific.