The metallic smell of blood and disinfectant hung in the air of the hospital room.
Valentina Rodriguez kissed her newborn son, Leo; his little heart was beating steadily under the white blanket.
Advertisement. Her hands were trembling—not from weakness, but from disbelief.
For at the foot of her bed, in the middle of the happiest day of her life, stood four people who had turned her world into a nightmare: her husband, Christopher; her parents, Margaret and William; and the other woman – Jessica.
Jessica was dressed for a cocktail party, not a hospital. Her diamond earrings sparkled under the fluorescent lights, her smile was sweet and deceptive. Valentina’s wedding band glittered on her finger.
Advertisement. Margaret’s voice broke the silence.
“Signature,” he hissed, and threw a stack of papers onto his lap. “You’ve already taken enough from our family.”
Christopher said nothing. He didn’t even dare look at him.
Valentina glanced at the divorce papers, then at her crying baby.
Its pulse was pounding in her ears. “What is it?” he asked, his voice trembling.
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