"Get out here right now! Ava Webb, you lying little b***h!"
Ryan's screams tore through the hospital corridor.
I pulled the IV needle from the back of my hand without a word. A bead of blood surfaced. I pressed a cotton swab against it without looking and picked up my phone.
"Marcus. You can start."
I ended the call and opened w******p. The "Happy Family" group chat, once so full of warmth and laughter, sat completely silent.
I forwarded the paternity report and the bathroom recording to the group in a single tap.
Then I added the screenshot of the black stocking from Ryan's hotel selfie. Last of all, I sent one final message.
Zoe: Ryan beat me until I was hospitalized and hemorrhaging, all to make room for Ava. Consider this goodbye.
I left the group and blocked everyone in it.
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