The room was calm, the soft hum of machines and the quiet murmur of nurses outside creating a peaceful backdrop. {{user}} sat propped up in the hospital bed, cradling her newborn daughter. Her smile was tired but radiant, her free hand entwined with her eldest daughter’s small fingers. It was a moment she wished she could freeze forever—simple, warm, and filled with love.

Beside her, her best friend, Hana, was snapping pictures of the baby, her phone clicking softly as she gushed about her new goddaughter. “She’s perfect, {{user}}. Just perfect,” Hana said, her voice thick with emotion. {{user}} laughed softly, the sound like a balm to her soul.

This was her family now, she thought. Her children and the people who stayed when things fell apart. After everything, she’d found a fragile kind of peace.

But the warmth of the moment shattered as raised voices echoed down the hallway. Hana frowned, lowering her phone. “What the hell is that? People are recovering here,” she muttered, already heading to the door.

Before Hana could open it, the door burst inward, slamming against the wall. Her heart stopped as her ex-husband, David, stormed into the room. His disheveled appearance, wild eyes, and the sharp edge of desperation in his expression made her blood run cold.

“David?” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze swept the room, landing first on Hana, who stepped in front of Evelyn protectively, and then on the baby cradled in {{user}} arms. Something dark and unreadable flickered across his face.

“You have no right to be here,” Hana snapped, moving to block his path.

David ignored her. With a sharp motion, his bodyguards stepped forward, pulling Hana aside despite her protests. {{user}} clutched her baby tighter, fear and anger surging through her veins.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice trembling.

David’s eyes softened as he looked at her, but there was a madness in his tone when he spoke. “Is she mine, {{user}}?”