Late at night, a Rolls Royce rolled up to the swankiest private hospital in Greton. A bodyguard hustled to open the door, and out stepped a sharp, handsome man.
“Mr. Luther, your wife just had a baby. It’s a boy!” Tommy Kinard, the hospital director, announced, beaming and bowing a bit with the good news.
But instead of the expected joy, Darren Luther’s face was icy, twisted into a sneer. “Now that she’s popped out the kid, she’s history.”
Darren stormed inside, leaving Tommy sweating and scurrying to keep up. Tommy pondered, ‘What did that mean? Is the kid not his? No way! The lady in the delivery room looks like a cornered bunny—no way she’d have the guts to cheat on Darren.’
The elevator chimed as it hit the twelfth floor. Darren snatched some papers from his secretary, his glare freezing everyone in place. He barged into the room.
Darren’s wife, Natalie Xavier, was cooing over the baby. Hearing the commotion, she turned and blushed instantly.
“Darren! You came to see us? I figured work would keep you busy for days. Speaking of which, meet our son—” Natalie said with tenderness.
Darren cut her off, his face a blank slate. “He’s your kid, not mine.”
“What are you saying, Darren?” Natalie’s lip quivered, her eyes wide and teary with confusion.
Darren turned away, his voice like ice. “I’m saying I don’t give a damn about this kid. If it weren’t for Grandpa backing you, I’d have taken him away ages ago.”
Natalie’s face drained of color. Eyes brimming with fear, she pleaded, “But… he’s so cute. Just look, please? You’ll see.”
She knew Darren despised her, looked down on her small-town roots, but this was their child—their strongest tie. With hope, she cradled the baby, eager to show him off.
Darren was fed up. “No amount of looking will change a thing. You know how he came to be! Only a hick like you would think it’s okay to pull stunts like this. You’re disgusting. Stay away from me!”
He pushed her back hard, and Natalie stumbled against the headboard. The baby, startled by the chaos, wailed loudly.
“Shh, darling… Don’t cry… Mommy’s here…” she stuttered, trying to soothe him, but he cried louder, gasping for air.
Darren’s irritation peaked. Instead of sympathy, he spat, “This is absurd! Hush him now!”
Natalie panicked, tears streaming. She trembled as she begged Darren, “I’ll quiet him. Sorry.”
The baby was tiny, just beginning to explore the world. Natalie couldn’t let harm come to him. Without a second thought, she quickly opened her loose hospital gown.
Darren whirled around, furious. “Natalie! Is seducing me all you think about? Don’t you get it? You won’t make it without a man.”
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