Rachel chewed on her lip.
Whose, indeed?
Suki and Rami had created Ethan.
But from the very beginning he’d been hers.
For Suki, the bump in her belly had been a nine-month annoyance, especially once she’d realized she couldn’t use her pregnancy to convince Rami to marry her.
He’d packed his things and taken off well before Ethan’s birth.
It had been Rachel who’d held Suki’s hand during labor, Rachel who’d cut the baby’s umbilical cord.
When Suki and her son had come home from the hospital, the baby had cried endlessly. He’d been hungry; Suki had refused to nurse him.
“What,” she’d said in horror, “and ruin my boobs?”
The formula hadn’t agreed with him. He’d kept spitting up; his tiny diaper had always been full and foul-smelling. Suki had shuddered, and left his care to Rachel.
Rachel had been fine with that.
She’d changed his formula. Changed his diapers. The baby thrived.
And Rachel adored him.
She’d loved him even before he was born. It was she who’d come up with a name, who’d bought a crib and baby clothes. He was hers, not Suki’s. And when Suki had finally left, Rachel was almost ashamed to admit she’d been happy to see her go.
Now everything was falling apart.
She had never worried that Rami might return and claim his son—even if he had, she’d sensed that he was a coward underneath the charm and good looks.
She could have faced him down.
But if this arrogant bully wanted Ethan …
“Ms. Donnelly. I asked a simple question.”
The baby began to whimper.
“That’s it,” Rachel said. “Raise your voice. Terrify the baby. Is that your specialty? Walking into places you aren’t welcome? Scaring small children?”
“I asked you a simple question, and you will answer it! Whose child is he?”
“You,” Rachel said, stalling for time, “you are an awful man!”
His teeth showed in a wolfish grin.
“I’m heartbroken to hear it.”