After what happened on the stairs because of my mother-in-law, I woke up in the hospital, signed the divorce papers, and walked away without a word.

“Completely.”

A nurse helped me leave through a private exit. I took nothing from that life except my mother’s necklace and the hospital bracelet around my wrist.

That night, Dominic was in our bed with Paige, his mistress, drinking champagne and laughing because Victoria had told him I had finally “run away.”

Then Dr. Reed called.

“Your wife was pregnant,” he said. “She lost the baby. And the fertility tests you requested last month are conclusive. You cannot father children.”