“I need to ask you a few questions, ma’am,” he said, his tone formal yet urgent. “It’s regarding your husband.”
I looked at the officer, then back to the doctor. Panic rolled through me. “What do you mean?”
“We’ve had reports… concerning Ethan’s whereabouts tonight.”
Before I could respond, the officer continued, “We need to know where he was when you went into labor.”
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The officer’s presence felt like a dark storm cloud hovering over what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life. “Ethan? He… he went to his mother’s birthday party,” I stammered, confusion tightening my chest.
“Are you sure?” he asked. His gaze didn’t waver. “There are serious allegations against him — fraud involving his family’s business.”
Fraud? My stomach twisted at the word. “No, that’s impossible. He wouldn’t do that.” I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought, but my heart raced as I began to connect the dots.
