Synopsis
The last patient at the end of my shift was my own husband, Julian Vance. He placed an ultrasound report on my desk—three weeks pregnant. He was the father. His mistress of five years was the mother.
I calmly slid the report back to him. “Congratulations. It’s what you wanted.”
He froze, then his face darkened. “That’s it? You have nothing else to say?”
I looked at the proof of his betrayal, expecting the familiar surge of anger and heartbreak. But this time, there was nothing left in me to break. I was simply too tired to keep fighting for a marriage that had already ended.
“I’ve gotten it out of my system,” he said casually. “Once Tiffany has the baby, I’ll settle down for good.”
My gaze lifted to meet his, steady and clear.
“Julian,” I said quietly, “our contract is over.”
