My ex-husband called with a smug laugh. “I’m marrying the woman I chose over you. Come watch us win.” I glanced at the newborn sleeping against my chest. “Sorry, I’m busy caring for someone you never bothered to ask about.”
PART 1 My phone buzzed while my newborn rested quietly against my chest, his tiny fingers tucked beneath my collarbone. The name on the screen made me sigh. It was my ex-husband. His voice carried the smug confidence of someone convinced life had rewarded him. “Claire, tomorrow’s the wedding,” Ethan said, loud music and laughter…