My Maternity Records Belong to Another Woman novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Matthew sat at the Roscente family’s dining table, surrounded by cheerful chatter and laughter from both families. Lila sat beside him, cradling the baby, occasionally leaning in to whisper softly in his ear.

But his attention never left the phone screen in his hand. His fingers scrolled absentmindedly, as if he were waiting for something.

“Matthew, what are you looking at?”

Lila leaned closer suddenly, reaching for his phone. Her fingertip tapped the screen lightly, accidentally opening the “new post” screen on his social feed.

Matthew frowned and quickly took the phone back. “Lila, don’t mess with my things.”

Her eyes turned slightly red, her voice trembling with grievance. “I just wanted to take a few more pictures for memories… The doctor said I don’t have much time left. I’m scared I won’t have another chance…”

“I’m sorry, Matthew. Am I making things hard for you? Evelyn hasn’t been in a good mood lately. If she misunderstands, I’ll explain everything. I just wanted to–because my time’s running out…”

Matthew stared at her pitiful expression, feeling a sudden irritation rise in his chest. But he

swallowed it back.

“Don’t talk like that,” he said flatly. “It’s unlucky. Just eat.”

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He glanced at his phone again and saw that Lila had already posted a photo from his account – a group shot of both families together, captioned with one word: [Reunion.]

He pressed his lips together but didn’t delete it. Instead, he slipped the phone into his pocket and stood up.

“I’m done. I’ll head out first.”

Haley looked displeased. “It’s still early. We finally got both families together and you’re already rushing off?”

“I’ve got work,” Matthew answered casually, though his eyes drifted once again to the doorway, as if hoping someone would walk in.

After leaving the estate, Matthew drove home alone. The night was heavy and still. Neon lights blurred outside the window, yet his mind grew clearer with each mile.

All day, he’d had a strange feeling a hollowness in his chest, like something important was

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missing.

When he opened the front door, silence greeted him.

He called out instinctively, “Evelyn?”

No answer.

Matthew frowned and headed straight to the bedroom. The bed was perfectly made, not a wrinkle in sight. As his gaze swept across the room, he noticed the vanity was nearly bare.

–

The skincare bottles and perfume that once cluttered it were gone – all that remained was a single, neatly placed gift box.

He froze, then pulled out his phone and saw a message Evelyn had sent him not long ago.

He hurried over and picked up the box. His fingers tightened as he slowly unwrapped it moment the lid came off, his breath caught in his throat.

Inside was a medical report.

A diagnosis of azoospermia.

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