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…

Allison turned pale. “Maybe the dates are wrong.”

“By over a month?” Dr. Rosen asked.

The door behind them had not fully closed. Linda, Megan, and the others had drifted close enough to hear every word.

Megan pushed it open wider. “What is going on?”

Dr. Rosen turned toward the group. “It means the pregnancy predates the timeline given to this clinic.”

Linda stared at Allison. “No. No, that can’t be right.”

David looked from the screen to Allison and back again. “Tell him he’s wrong.”

Allison swallowed hard. “Doctor, machines can be wrong.”