My husband wanted to hum!liate me while I was pregnant until my three brothers came in

The ballroom doors swung open, and my three brothers stepped inside as if the glittering noise, the laughter, and the luxury meant nothing to them.

Ethan led the way, holding a black leather folder.

Ryan had his phone in hand, his expression sharp and focused.

Lucas wasn’t looking at Daniel.

He was looking straight at me.

I stood beside the stage, one hand resting protectively on my belly, the other gripping my wedding ring so tightly it left a crescent mark in my skin. My pulse was loud in my ears, steady but heavy, like something inside me had finally decided it would no longer break.

Daniel still held the microphone.

But his smile—once so confident, so practiced—was beginning to crack.

Ethan stopped in front of the crowd and spoke in that calm, controlled tone that had always been more intimidating than shouting.

“There’s no need for anyone to ask Sophia who the father is,” he said.

“The baby is yours, Daniel.”