Chapter 5 - THE HOSPITALDiane entered my hospital room as if she owned it.
Her makeup was perfect.
Her clothes were immaculate.
She looked nothing like a woman who had supposedly been attacked.
"Congratulations," she said.
"Get out."
She ignored me.
"Thirty-four weeks. How unfortunate."
Her eyes moved toward the bassinet.
"Where is my granddaughter?"
"She isn't your granddaughter to claim."
Diane smiled.
"You think having a baby makes you untouchable?"
Ryan entered carrying Olivia.
His face hardened immediately.
"What are you doing here?"
Diane transformed instantly.
Tears appeared.
"Ryan, I was worried."
"Get out."
"I just want to hold her."
"No."
Diane's eyes went cold.
Then she smiled.
"Your father is on his way."
Minutes later, my father entered.
He believed Diane's story.
He accused Ryan.
He told me to leave my husband.
I looked at my father.
Then at Ryan.
Then at my daughter.
And for the first time in my life, I understood something.
Family wasn't defined by blood.
It was defined by who stood beside you when the world turned against you.
"No," I said.
My father stared at me.
"I'm staying with my husband."
The room went silent.
Then two police officers entered.
"Ryan Carter?"
Ryan turned.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, sir. You're under arrest."
Diane had pressed charges.
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And suddenly, our newborn daughter was less than twenty-four hours old...
while her father was being taken away in handcuffs.
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