My vision blurred with tears. The weight of his words sank in, suffocating me. Ethan had never wanted this life. He had been planning his escape long before I even knew I was pregnant.
“You never wanted to be a father,” I whispered, my voice trembling. The realization shattered the last pieces of hope I had held onto.
As I crumpled the letter in my fist, the reality of our situation crashed down around me. I was alone, left to face the uncertain fate of our newborn, and all of Ethan’s doubts now lay between us like an insurmountable wall.
