The bright morning daylight poured into the modern white bedroom of the New York penthouse, reflecting off the pristine walls where a framed American flag hung in quiet dignity.
Julian: WHO IS HE?!
Julian slammed his fist onto the side table and knelt aggressively on the plush rug, hurling a stack of black-and-white ultrasound photos straight at the bed.
The glossy paper scattered across the duvet like falling snow, landing on Sarah's lap as she sat clutching her white silk robe around her trembling body.
Sarah: YOU NEED TO BE CAREFUL... HE'S NOT WHO YOU THINK!
Tears streamed down Sarah's pale face, her blonde hair tangled around her eyes as panic choked her throat.
Julian: LIAR!
Julian leaned directly into her face, his jaw clenching with terrifying rage as his breath hit her skin.
Sarah recoiled against the headboard, gasping sharply and clutching her seven-month pregnant belly as a severe spike of emotional agony shot through her body.
As her silk robe shifted, the bright daylight illuminated her bare legs, revealing dark purple bruises, angry cuts, and a thick white medical bandage wrapped tightly around her calf.
Standing near the foot of the bed, Julian's mother, Eleanor, covered her mouth with both hands in absolute horror, her wide eyes staring down at Sarah's injuries in total disbelief.
Sarah: HE'S THE DOCTOR WHO'S BEEN TREATING ME!
Sarah sobbed hysterically, her jaw trembling as she pointed a shaking finger toward the bedroom doorway.
Sarah: ASK YOUR MOTHER!
Eleanor froze completely, her face draining of all color as her hand remained clutched over her mouth in frozen terror.
Julian turned his head toward his mother, his dark eyes narrowing in confusion as the heavy silence in the room stretched thin, threatening to tear the wealthy family apart before the sun could set over the Manhattan skyline.