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like a slammed door.
Five Minutes After Our Divorce, I Took My Kids and Left for London—While My Ex’s Entire Family Celebrated His Pregnant Mistress Until One Ultrasound Sentence Destroyed Everything…
David blinked. “That’s impossible.”
Allison went pale. “Maybe the dates are off.”
“By over a month?” Dr. Rosen asked.
The door behind them wasn’t fully shut. Linda, Megan, and the others had drifted close enough to hear every word.
Megan shoved it wider. “What is going on?”
