Looking at him, at the finality in every line of his face, the last light I'd kept burning for him went out.
That same day, the whole thing spread online like wildfire. As if the spectacle weren't big enough, Clint made a public announcement: Rowena Rodriguez was carrying his child. He'd bought her a mansion. He would be by her side day and night.
When my mother found out, she said she would find me a man who was better than him in every way.
True to her word—I'd barely walked out of the divorce office before she had someone lined up.
I hadn't even seen my blind date's face. I'd just sat down at the café when the hospital called—urgent, come back now.
A newborn with albinism had been stolen from the maternity ward. Every available staff member was searching. Nothing.
No leads on that end, and on the other, the mother was losing it.
She insisted her son was perfectly healthy and accused the hospital of secretly swapping her baby—taking her big, healthy boy and palming her off with a child with albinism.
The screaming and thrashing during her postpartum observation triggered a massive hemorrhage. Her condition turned critical.