The emergency maternity ward was unusually quiet that afternoon.
Without warning, the hospital doors burst open.
Ethan, still wearing his blue wedding tuxedo, rushed inside with his new bride close behind him.
His face burned with anger as he pointed toward the hospital bed.
"You set this up!"
Lying against the pillows was a pale young woman named Claire.
A nasal cannula rested beneath her nose as she gently held a newborn wrapped in a soft pink blanket.
Tears streamed down her face.
She looked at Ethan and quietly answered,
"No... you did."
The room fell silent.
Ethan slowly stepped closer, unable to understand what she meant.
He looked down at the tiny baby sleeping peacefully in her arms.
His voice cracked as he whispered,
"Whose baby is it?"
The bride standing behind him covered her mouth in shock.
No one spoke.
Claire held the baby a little tighter, struggling to find the strength to explain everything.