Caleb shot his father a furious look before turning back to me. “Then he offered me a deal. He said if I stayed away from you until the baby was born, he would finally release the family trust—money he’s controlled since I was nineteen. I told myself that once the baby was born and the money was legally mine, he couldn’t control me anymore. I’d come back, tell you everything, and we’d build a life he couldn’t touch.”
“And Nora was born two weeks ago,” I whispered. “So why were you still hiding?”
“The transfer cleared three days ago. I was packing to leave when Dad finally told me Nora was still in the NICU. I didn’t even know which hospital you were in.”
I looked at him, realizing the heavy cost of his compliance. He had let his father dictate our lives, repeating the exact cycle of control that had ruined my mother.
“I’m not taking you back,” I said firmly, though my heart ached. “Every man who ever loved a woman in my family decided what she was allowed to know. William decided for my mother. Grandpa decided what pieces of my childhood I could hold. You let him choose what I got to know, Caleb.”
He looked down at Nora, tears spilling over his lashes. “She has my eyes.”
“You can be her father,” I told him, drawing a hard boundary. “You can prove you aren’t your father. But I’m not taking you back right now.”
“I won’t disappear again. I promise.”
“Don’t promise me. Show me.”
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