In that moment I saw understanding flash across his face like a sudden lightning strike. The realization seemed to drain all the strength from his body.
He walked to the chair beside my hospital bed and sank down heavily while covering his face with both hands. “I destroyed my own family because of a lie,” he murmured.
I felt no sense of victory because the entire situation left me emotionally exhausted. “You destroyed it because you chose not to trust me,” I corrected quietly.
The woman scoffed loudly while rolling her eyes. “Oh please she probably planned this pregnancy to trap you,” she snapped.
Before I could respond Travis jumped to his feet so quickly that the chair behind him crashed onto the floor. His voice dropped into a cold tone that filled the room with tension.
“Leave this hospital room immediately,” he said firmly.
Security officers escorted her out while she continued shouting about reputation, gossip, and ruined plans. When the door finally closed behind them the room became painfully quiet once again.
Travis slowly turned back toward me while his eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Is the baby truly mine,” he asked hesitantly.
I nodded once because the answer had been confirmed long ago. “The DNA test was completed months ago during the divorce because you demanded proof,” I explained calmly.
He winced while lowering his gaze toward the floor. “I never even read the results,” he admitted quietly.
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