Chapter 3

3.

Notifications flooded my phone one after another, yet not a single message came from Zach.

It made sense; he was far too occupied playing groom to spare a thought for me.

Sitting in my car, the scene from the ballroom replayed on a vicious loop in my mind.

The two most important milestones of life?

A sudden, paralyzing chill rushed down my spine.

In a woman's life, were not those two milestones getting married and having a child?

The wedding had just taken place, so what about the child?

Riley was terminally ill, which meant the embryo implanted inside me belonged to her!

Without a second thought, I turned the wheel and sped straight back to the fertility clinic.

When I explained my demand, the attending physician looked at me with sheer disbelief.

"Mrs. Lewis, that baby was implanted into your own body, yet you're claiming it isn't yours?"

Despite his doubts, he performed the DNA identification test under my strict insistence.