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…

Looked again.

Adjusted it once more.

Allison noticed first. “Is there a problem?”

Dr. Rosen did not answer immediately. Instead, he pressed a button near the wall. “Please send legal counsel and security to Ultrasound Room Three.”

David straightened. “Why would you need security?”

Allison gripped the edge of the bed tighter. “Doctor, what’s wrong with my baby?”

Dr. Rosen removed the probe and folded his hands together. “I need to confirm some details before continuing.”

The atmosphere in the room shifted. Colder. Heavier. Charged.