Irene's eyes widened, her whole body going still as if her mind needed a full minute to recalibrate the image of the man in front of her. The man she had married. The father of her child. The man who never raised his voice at her—yet had somehow walked around with this monstrous secret buried in his chest.
"But you… you told… you told Ivy, you told all of us she died at birth due to complications from Ivy's trauma. No—Doctor Anika told us. She's the one who—"
"I asked Doctor Anika for a favour," Evans said quietly, shame rolling off him. His shoulders slumped, he couldn't meet his wife's eyes.
"Oh my God…" Irene whispered. "Oh my God. That was why you made that ridiculous donation to Angel Dove Hospital." Her hand flew to her chest
"Yes." Evans swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing. It was the sound of a man finally cornered by his own guilt.
"How… how could you?" Irene screamed. "How could you do that to her? After everything she has been through? You broke your own niece's heart!"
