Eight Months After My Mafia Husband Divorced Me for “Failing to Give Him an Heir,” He Invited Me to His Wedding to a Pregnant Fiancée
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Chapter 13 - Two Years Later, Adrian Returned to the Hospital Where Our Daughter Was Born and Finally Told Me Why He Had Never Claimed HerWe visited the hospital.
Adrian looked at the maternity ward.
“This is where you had her.”
“Yes.”
“I was across the country.”
“I know.”
“I wanted to come.”
“Why didn't you?”
“Because I thought if I appeared, they'd follow me to you.”
I stared.
“You were protecting us.”
“Yes.”
“And you still hurt me.”
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“I can explain it.”
“I don't need another explanation.”
“What do you need?”
“Consistency.”
He nodded.
“I can do that.”
Ava ran down the hallway.
“Daddy!”
He caught her.
I smiled.
Maybe this was enough.
Not forgetting.
May you like
Not pretending.
Just moving forward.
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Chapter 15 - My Husband Divorced Me Because He Believed I Could Never Give Him an Heir—Then Years Later He Held the Daughter He Had Never Known Existed and Learned That Family Was Never About Bloodline — THE ENDYears later, people still remembered the wedding.
