He nodded, his expression growing serious. "Yes, Wendy. His name is Zac. I know losing our baby was devastating for you. I felt it too." His voice softened, as though he were carefully choosing his words. "But maybe this is a second chance for us. We could raise him together—as our own child."
I looked at the baby, then back at him. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes," Archie said with quiet conviction. "He needs a family, Wendy. And I think we could be good parents to him."
I suppressed the cold smile that threatened to form on my lips. Did he really think I wouldn’t see through this? That I would blindly accept a child—his child—without questioning its origins? How stupid did he think I was?
I let out a soft sigh, pretending to waver. "I don’t know, Archie… Adopting a child is a big decision. I need time to think."
His expression softened, as though he truly believed I was considering it. "I understand. I don’t want to pressure you," he said gently. "But I do think this could be a new beginning for us."
A new beginning.
I lowered my gaze, masking the chill in my heart behind a thoughtful façade. If he thought I would fall for his game, he was sorely mistaken.
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