Chapter 5
Natalie made her mistake after the punch.
She should have stayed silent.
But people who mistake cruelty for victory often cannot resist one more sentence.
She looked at me, then at the twins, and said, “You and those babies are on your own.”
The room changed.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
But everyone heard it.
Dr. Cole’s expression hardened.
One nurse stopped adjusting the IV and looked directly at Natalie.
Charles turned his head slowly.
“Say that again.”
Natalie’s hand tightened over her belly.
Dominic touched his cheek, still stunned.
“She didn’t mean—”
Charles cut him off.
“I did not ask you.”
Natalie swallowed.
For the first time, her diamonds looked ridiculous.
Not elegant.
Desperate.
I pulled Leo and Grace closer.
They were too small to know betrayal.
Too small to understand that their father had brought another pregnant woman into their NICU and tried to erase their mother beside them.
That was the mercy of infancy.
They knew warmth.
Heartbeat.
Milk.
Breath.
They knew me.
And I knew then that whatever happened after, I would never let Dominic teach them love could be withdrawn like money from an account.
Grandfather stepped between Dominic and the bed.
“You abandoned my great-grandchildren in my hospital?”
Dominic tried to recover.
“Charles, this is a personal matter.”
“No.”
His voice was quiet.
Terrible.
“This became a hospital matter when you attempted to intimidate a recovering patient beside two premature infants.”
Dominic’s attorney voice appeared.
“I was serving legal documents.”
“You were threatening her.”
“I have rights.”
“And now you have witnesses.”
Dr. Cole moved closer to my bed.
“Mrs. Hale, do you want Mr. Hale near you or the infants right now?”
Dominic’s eyes snapped toward me.
A warning.
A plea.
A threat.
All in one look.
I looked at the twins.
Then at Dr. Cole.
“No.”
It was the smallest word I had ever used.
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