Chapter 4

"That baby isn't mine, Claire!" Ethan's frantic voice bounced off the polished wood paneling of the resort hallway. "I swear on everything, it isn't mine!"

He stepped toward me, his bloodshot eyes begging for a flicker of the soft, forgiving wife he had exploited for eight years.

Before I could say a single word, the elevator chimes echoed down the corridor.

Madison rushed out into the hall, clutching Ethan's damp cashmere coat around her shoulders, her eyelashes wet with dramatic tears. In her manicured hand, she waved a crumpled black-and-white ultrasound scan and a medical report from an emergency clinic.