My brother sent me to the kids’ table at his wedding and whispered, “Don’t ruin the image,” but everything changed when the billionaire boss he wanted to impress sat next to me and shattered his humiliation.

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Lucía struggled to sit up, panic rising.

“What’s wrong? What happened to my son?!”

The doctor swallowed hard.

When he finally spoke, his voice barely came out.

“Where is the baby’s father?”

Lucía’s expression hardened instantly.

“He’s not here.”

“I need his name.”

“Why does that matter?” she snapped, fear turning into anger. “Tell me what’s wrong continue reading …