Jake
The garage monitor died, but Derek’s final words hung in the air like poison.
*I have every ultrasound, every blood panel, every single genetic test of my child.*
Emma stood rigid beside me, utterly drained of color, one trembling hand pressed flat over her stomach. She didn't scream or cry; the sheer shock had frozen her in place.
I stepped in and pulled her flush against my chest, wrapping my arms around her shivering frame. "He isn't touching you," I said against her hair, keeping my tone smooth and unshakable while a dark, murderous fury ignited behind my ribs. "He's never getting near that baby. Look at me, Emma."
Her hazel eyes lifted to mine, wide and terrified. "The clinic... Jake, if he has Dr. Chen's files, he'll find a way to claim the baby in court. He'll never stop h
