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I mustered a smile that felt even uglier than crying, as if I were tearing my heart open with scissors. "Should I be grateful that you've actually put up with me all these years?"

Zac let out a deep sigh and bent down to help me up. "Sammi, I never wanted to leave you—"

A loud ringtone interrupted him. On the other end of the call was Jemma, sounding frantic, "Zac, Lucas has a high fever."

Zac's face turned pale upon hearing this, and he stood up to leave.

"Lucas? Who's that?" I instinctively grabbed his arm, but he forcefully shook my hand off and left in long strides. Grinding my teeth, I followed him out the door, all the way to the hospital.

When I found Zac in the hospital room, he and Jemma were taking care of the child in the bed, showing concern.

That child!

I pushed the door open with a loud "bang," startling everyone. Zac turned to look at me, his eyes briefly showing panic. The child in his arms also broke free and pointed at me, asking, "Daddy, who is this lady?"

Zac bent down to kiss the child's cheek. "This is one of Daddy's friends. Be a good boy and play with Mommy for a while. Daddy needs to step out."

In that moment, my heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss. Taking a step forward, I stared at the child, without blinking. "You don't remember me? I'm your father's wife. And more importantly, I'm the woman whose child you killed a year ago!"

"Enough, Sammi!" Zac pulled me out of the hospital room, his face grim.