Ethan turned on Madison so quickly that the child began crying.
“Whose son is he?”
Madison pressed herself against the wall.
“Yours in every way that matters.”
“Whose?”
“A donor’s!” she screamed. “The clinic said your sample couldn’t work. I knew you’d leave me if I didn’t get pregnant.”
Ethan’s expression collapsed.
For years, he had used fatherhood as a weapon against me.
Now he had discovered that the miracle he used to humiliate me had been another carefully constructed lie.
He lunged toward Madison and reached for her arm.
The security officers moved immediately and separated them.
I stepped forward and lifted the frightened child from Madison’s shaking hands before she could lose her grip.
“Do not punish him for what you did,” I said. “He is innocent.”
Two detectives entered the corridor behind the security officers.
Ethan stared at their badges.
“Claire, what have you done?”
