Six months after the divorce, I never imagined I’d hear my ex-husband’s voice again. Yet that morning, as I lay in a hospital bed with my newborn daughter sleeping beside me, my phone buzzed. The screen read: Ethan Walker—my ex.
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I nearly let it go to voicemail. Nearly.
“Why are you calling?” I asked when I finally picked up.
He sounded strangely upbeat. “I’m getting married this weekend. I thought it would be… polite to invite you.”
I gave a weak, exhausted laugh. “Ethan, I just had a baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
There was a brief silence. Then, dismissively, he said, “Alright. I just wanted you to know,” and hung up.
I stared at the ceiling, surprised by how heavy my chest felt. Our marriage hadn’t ended because the love was gone. It ended because Ethan believed ambition mattered more than family. When I told him I was pregnant, he accused me of trying to trap him. A month later, he filed for divorce and vanished from my life.
Half an hour later, as I drifted in and out of sleep, my hospital room door flew open. Nurses gasped. My mother jumped to her feet.
Ethan rushed in, pale and frantic. “Where is she?” he demanded.
“Ethan, you can’t just—” I began.
He ignored me and went straight to the crib, staring at my baby like the world had stopped. His hands shook. “She… she looks exactly like me,” he murmured.
The room went completely still.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped.
He turned, panic written all over his face. “Why didn’t you tell me the baby was a girl?”
I laughed bitterly. “Why would I tell you anything? You said the baby wasn’t yours.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said quickly. “I thought… I thought you lost the baby. My fiancée told me you weren’t pregnant anymore.”
My chest tightened. “Your fiancée lied to you. Congratulations.”
He dragged a hand through his hair, breathing hard. “I invited you to the wedding because she insisted. She wanted proof you were completely out of my life. But when I told her you’d just given birth…” His voice faltered.
The air in the room shifted.
“She screamed,” he went on. “Said the baby couldn’t exist. Then she fainted.”
I slowly sat up, my heart racing. “Ethan… what did you do?”
He swallowed. “I ran. Straight here.”
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