CHAPTER 1 My ex rushed into the emergency room with his
My ex rushed into the emergency room with his hurt daughter in his arms, never expecting the doctor on duty to be me — the woman he had walked away from months earlier. But the real shock came when he saw I was seven months pregnant with the child he never knew about.
I stayed calm. I did not let my face reveal anything.
"I'm Dr. Adelaide," I said, keeping my voice professional as his eyes dropped to my stomach.
Later that night, his little girl whispered something so simple that his face went completely pale.
When Elias carried Sophie through the emergency room doors, he expected nurses, paperwork, and fear. He did not expect me to stand under the bright hospital lights with a stethoscope around my neck and one hand resting over my belly.
For a second, everything froze.
"Daddy, my arm hurts," Sophie whimpered.
I stepped forward and focused on her, not him.
"I'm Dr. Adelaide," I said gently. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
“Sophie.”
She had fallen from the monkey bars at school. Elias looked shaken, his perfect suit wrinkled, his calm businessman image gone. For once, he looked like nothing more than a terrified father.
I examined Sophie carefully and ordered scans. Elias watched me the whole time, especially my stomach.
Seven months pregnant.
Six months since he let me walk away.
Back then, I had asked if he loved me. He couldn't answer. So I left. Weeks later, I found out I was not leaving alone.
Sophie's injury turned out to be a minor — a small wrist fracture and overnight observation.
Later, I found Elias alone in a consultation room.
"Is the baby mine?" he asked softly.
I placed a hand over my stomach.
"Your daughter needs you right now," I said. "Focus on her."
“Adelaide…”
"No. You don't get to disappear for six months and ask that now."
“I didn’t know.”
"You never tried to know."
His regret was clear, but regret could not erase the silence he had chosen.
Hours later, while I sat alone in the cafeteria, my phone buzzed.
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