Chapter 1

My son was dying in the ICU, and I was pulling a double shift as a DoorDash driver at midnight just to pay his medical bills.

I accepted a high-priority, express order to deliver a box of condoms to the penthouse at the Westwood Tower—the most expensive residential building in the city.

When the door opened, my heart stopped.

Standing there was Carter Westwood, my ex-husband of five years.

I froze.

But the desperate need for a five-star rating forced a professional, polite smile onto my face. I handed over the package.

"Your DoorDash order is here, sir. Please leave a five-star review if you're satisfied."

Carter’s face turned into a storm of complex emotions.

Before he could speak, a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Amelia Miller, the biological daughter of my former adoptive parents, purred in her sweet, dripping voice:

"I ordered that, babe."

"Carter, you said you didn't want kids yet, so I thought..."

*SLAM!*

Carter snatched the package from my hand and slammed the door shut in my face. Through the heavy wood, I could hear their muffled, intimate whispers.

"I only want my own kids. Tonight, we don't need that."

I stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway, my fingernails digging so hard into my palms that they drew blood.

What Carter didn't know was...

He did have a child. A four-year-old boy, currently clinging to life in the hospital.

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