The pregnancy test turned positive beside the divorce papers.
For one full minute, I stared at both like they belonged to someone else's life.
My marriage to Ethan Vale had been simple: one year, one contract, no feelings, no children.
He got the merger.
I got enough money to save my mother's clinic.
At 8:00 a.m., his lawyer delivered the final papers with a diamond bracelet I had never asked for.
At 8:07, the bathroom door opened.
Ethan stood there in a tailored black coat, eyes dropping from my face to the test in my hand.
"Sofia," he said quietly. "Tell me that is not mine."