7:02 AM: He Walked In Like a King Visiting a Servant
The door swung open with zero warmth.
Adrian Ross—my husband, the polished CEO everyone adored—strode in wearing a sharp suit and expensive cologne, like the hospital was an inconvenience he planned to outvote.
And beside him was the detail that made my stomach drop.
Not a relative.
Not a doctor.
His executive assistant.
Zara Hale stood behind him with perfect hair and a smile that wasn’t kind.
It was victorious.
I tried to sit up. The movement pulled at fresh stitches and stole my breath.
“The babies… they’re okay,” I whispered, reaching toward the bassinets beside me.
