The doctor trying to save my life in the delivery room was my ex-husband—the same man who left me pregnant in the rain. What I told him made him stumble back.

abruption,” he mutters, his voice tight. “She’s bleeding internally.”

María steps up. “No prenatal records in the system. She was a walk-in.”

I force my eyes open, staring at the blurry ceiling tiles. “I had prenatal care. Just… not in a palace like this.”

Nicolás looks down at me, a complicated storm brewing in his dark eyes. I cannot tell if he pities continue reading …