She Came In Bleeding With Twins… Then Looked Up and Saw the Billionaire Ex Who Once Broke Her Standing Over the Operating Table

He should have lied.

Instead he said, “I used to.”

He went in just before dawn.

Hannah stirred at the sound of the door. Her lashes fluttered. Then she winced, breath catching, and opened her eyes.

Pain hit first. He saw it in the tightening around her mouth. Confusion came next. Then fear.

Her hand moved weakly toward her abdomen.

“My babies,” she whispered, voice scraped raw. “Where are my babies?”

“They’re alive,” Ethan said before he could stop himself.

The words landed. Relief washed across her face so violently it looked like grief. Her eyes closed. Tears leaked sideways into her hair.

“Alive?” she said.

“Yes. A boy and a girl. They’re in NICU because they came early, but they’re stable. They’re fighting.”

She opened her eyes again.

Really opened them this time.

Looked at him.

For a moment her pupils widened without recognition. He was only a man in blue scrubs standing beside a hospital bed. Then memory hit. He saw it happen. The blood drained from her face faster than any monitor could track.

“No,” she breathed.

“Hannah—”

“No.”

The single word sliced through the room.

She tried to sit up, pain stopped her, and the machine beside her sped into alarm. Ethan stepped forward by reflex. She recoiled like his nearness burned.

“You,” she said, each syllable thin with disbelief. “You were my doctor?”

“I was the attending surgeon.”