I stood frozen, the clipboard in my hand heavy as the truth it bore. Jessica Ramirez was not just any name; she was a chapter of our past that I thought was closed forever. She and Michael had history—a brief, intense relationship before we met. He had assured me it was over, dismissed as youthful…
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Next to him, Jessica was sitting up, a bandage on her forehead and a hint of fear in her eyes as she met my gaze. An awkward silence settled, thick and impenetrable. My instincts screamed to demand answers, but the doctor’s presence held me back. Dr. Harris cleared his throat, breaking the oppressive quiet. “Mrs….
“Why were you with my husband?” The question slipped from my lips, sharp and unyielding. Michael turned to me, confusion etched into his features. “Anna, I—it’s not what it looks like.” “Then what is it?” My voice wavered, raw with emotion. Jessica took a deep breath, her voice tentative. “We ran into each other at…
Dr. Harris sensed the tension and tactfully excused himself, leaving us in the charged silence. I looked back at Michael, searching his face for something—anything—to hold onto. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, sincerity in his eyes. “I should have told you, but I didn’t want to worry you while you’re pregnant. It was stupid. I didn’t…