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I felt a surge of anger rising within me. "She said she didn't know where you were. That you were probably dead."

Kim didn't answer, but it was clear my question had caught her off guard. She'd probably forgotten she had to pretend she didn't know me.

Scheming little whores. Both of them.

"And didn't it occur to you to come to her instead?" I pressed, my hands balling into fists, barely holding myself back from punching something.

I had a gut feeling this was all part of a deliberate plan to get me here, where I couldn't leave, trapped with her.

A nurse walked up to us, stopping Kim before she could open her mouth again.

She offered me a polite smile. "Everything went very well. We've moved Elsa to recovery. Congratulations, you have a healthy, beautiful baby girl."

Silence hung between us for a moment.

I was stunned, staring at the nurse as a wave of emotions crashed over me.

A baby.

My little girl.

I still couldn't wrap my head around it.

A daughter.

I shot to my feet. "Can I see her?"

The nurse's smile widened. "Later, after we release her. Elsa still needs to be monitored closely."

I shook my head. "No. Not Elsa. The baby. I want to see the baby."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Elsa

Cole was going to be a good father.

Look at him, holding Elena in his arms, gazing at her with so much love.

Elena. I was the one who named her. The name was similar to mine.

Thank fuck for the little tuft of blonde hair and those grayish-blue eyes. She looked just like me.

Cole glanced at me and smiled.

Smiled! Fucking finally!

I smiled back. "She's lovely, isn't she?"

He nodded, his gaze soft as he looked at her again.

I scrunched up my nose. He'd been staring at her the whole damn time, barely sparing me a glance.

"Aren't you tired of holding her?" I asked sweetly.

I needed to call the nurse to take her away to the nursery for at least a few hours. Was there a damn call button around here? This hospital was so fucking old and gross.

I sighed. I could've been in a private VIP hospital suite in the city. A dedicated nurse would handle all the baby stuff while I relaxed on a plush, adjustable bed with premium linens. Instead, I was stuck in this basic, fluorescent-lit room, listeningto a baby's whiny little cries and watching Cole act like she was the only thing that mattered.

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