His voice broke.
“Was it mine?”
Hannah looked at him.
The answer was in her face before she spoke.
“Yes.”
Ethan covered his mouth.
The medical chart.
Termination.
Eight weeks.
He felt sick.
“You ended the pregnancy?”
Hannah stared at him with something close to hatred.
“No.”
“But your records—”
“They lied.”
“Then what happened?”
She started crying harder.
“Your mother happened.”
Ethan’s face went blank.
Hannah forced herself to continue.
“She found out before I even had the courage to tell you. I don’t know how. Maybe the clinic. Maybe someone followed me.”
“What did she do?”
“She offered me money.”
Ethan shut his eyes.
“How much?”
“Enough to disappear.”
“And you refused.”
“Of course I refused.”
He already knew she had.
“What happened then?”
“The photographs appeared. The messages. The bank records. Everything you used against me.”
Ethan’s throat tightened.
“She fabricated them.”
“Yes.”
“Who was the man at the hotel?”
