I didn’t reach for the pen. I reached for the red nurse call button pinned to my bedsheet.
I pressed it firmly.
“What are you doing?!” Dominic snapped, his charismatic, boardroom facade finally cracking, revealing the ugly, aggressive bully underneath. “Don’t be difficult, Evelyn! You always do this! You overcomplicate everything!”
Within seconds, the heavy hospital door swung wide open.
Two burly, broad-shouldered hospital security guards stepped into the room, their hands resting cautiously near their utility belts. They were flanked by a stern, no-nonsense charge nurse who immediately assessed the bizarre scene of a bleeding mother and a frantic man in a tuxedo.
Dominic’s survival instinct kicked in. He instantly plastered on his million-dollar, persuasive, charismatic smile, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.
“Officers, I apologize for the noise,” Dominic said smoothly, his voice returning to its normal, confident baritone. “There’s been a slight misunderstanding. I’m the father. My ex-wife is just… she’s very hormonal. The birth was difficult. Emotions are running incredibly high. We’re just trying to sort out some private family business.”
He looked at me, a silent, vicious threat burning in his eyes, daring me to contradict him.
I did not raise my voice. I didn’t need to. I held my daughter close and looked directly at the lead security guard.
“This man is my ex-husband,” I stated, my voice ringing with absolute, unyielding clarity. “He has absolutely no legal right to be in this room. He is not listed on the birth certificate. He is currently attempting to physically coerce me into signing legal documents while I am under medical duress and recovering from major surgery. I want him removed immediately.”
The lead guard’s demeanor hardened instantly. His hand dropped to the radio on his belt.
