“I have the final laboratory report,” he said.
Ethan’s jaw tightened.
“What report?”
Madison clutched the baby more tightly.
“The report proving,” Adrian said calmly, “that Claire was never infertile.”
The corridor fell silent.
I held Ethan’s gaze.
For the first time in years, looking at him caused me no pain.
All I felt was the quiet satisfaction of perfect timing.
PART 2
Ethan recovered quickly.
Or at least, he tried to.
“That’s impossible,” he snapped. “We spent four years trying.”
“We spent four years following reports you controlled,” I replied.
His eyes immediately moved toward Madison.
After the divorce, I requested a complete copy of my medical records.
The clinic archive contained information that had never appeared in the copies Ethan allowed me to see.
My ovarian reserve had been normal.
My uterus was healthy.
Every viable embryo had failed because Ethan’s sperm samples showed severe abnormalities.
