The hotshot lawyer next door isn't just the boy I once loved; he's the father of my child and the man who hates me. His once-warm gaze, now sharp as a scalpel, accuses me of betraying him. But not everything is as it seems. I'm a doctor, trained to heal, yet powerless to mend the rift between us. His nearness is a constant, painful reminder of the love we once shared, Now overshadowed by anger and longing. In his eyes, I see the storm of his emotions, telling me he still believes he owns my body and heart. In mine, there's the fear of losing him all over again. Because he's got a plan that doesn't include a happy ending for us. And I’m torn between revealing the truth about our precious child or protecting our baby from potential heartache. Is our second chance worth the gamble, or are some truths better left unspoken?