His Donated Sperm Made Another Woman a Mother

Chapter 5

Deep down, I knew that he would never make Iris his wife.

But she would crash into our lives like a recurring storm, leaving wreckage in her wake.

If I did not end this now, how much more could I take? Three months? Three years? A lifetime?

I called my lawyer and had the divorce papers drawn up.

When I jolted awake, my phone was blaring loudly right next to my ear.

"Aria!" Ethan's voice roared through the receiver. "If you have got a bone to pick, come at me!"

I opened my mouth, but he steamrolled over me with fury blazing.

"Why the hell did you accuse Iris of hacking the gene database? Her postpartum depression is bad enough. Are you trying to destroy her?"

I froze.

I had never sent those emails.

But he did not ask. He just declared me guilty on the spot.

This was the first time he had ever screamed at me.

"Aria, the doctors say she is hanging by a thread. Last night, if they had not found her in time—" His voice broke. "She is a human being. Show some goddamn compassion."

"Believe what you want. I did not do it. I am not that petty."

"Please," he begged, with raw desperation seeping into his words. "When she is discharged, just see her. Apologize. Do it for me. Your presence might lift the weight off her shoulders."

A shaky inhale came through the line. Was he actually sobbing?

I wiped my tears and nodded. "Fine."

Apologize? Not a chance. But us? We were done. Finished.