The revelation hit Ryan like a punch. Not because Amelia had cheated—she hadn’t—but because she had been too afraid to share the truth sooner. It wasn’t betrayal of the body but of trust.
And yet the situation was so bizarre, so medically rare, that even anger felt inadequate.
“There is no handbook for this,” Ryan muttered to himself as he stared at the twins later that night.
Emma slept with her mouth slightly open, utterly peaceful. Noah—whom the nurses had named temporarily—wriggled in his blanket, full of energy.
Two babies.
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