The Ex Who Stole My Delivery Room - Chapter 17: Chapter 17
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The judge ordered Harris and Russo to take DNA tests with Ethan. Just as Russo had claimed, the results confirmed he was Ethan's father—not Harris. Russo and I won joint custody, but my mind was spinning.
How could Russo be Ethan's father? I'd never cheated on Harris. None of this made sense.
I turned to Russo, my voice trembling. "Explain this to me right now, or I swear my head's going to explode."
Before Russo could answer, Harris stormed over, his face twisted in fury. "You were sleeping with him behind my back, weren't you?" he spat.
Russo cut him off with a sharp glare. "You're wrong, Harris." Then his gaze softened as he looked at me. "Darcy, I know this is a shock, but I'm telling the truth. I am Ethan's father."
My legs felt weak. "But how?" I whispered. "I was married to you, Harris. I never—I never would've—"
Russo exhaled, his expression grim. "Do you remember the night at Elite? Harris's birthday party with Cindy and the others?"
The memory hit me like a slap. Harris ignoring me all night. Cindy hanging off his arm, laughing too loud. Me, invisible in my own marriage.
Russo studied my face. "You don't remember leaving the group, do you?"
I shook my head. "No. I felt dizzy, then… nothing."
His jaw tightened. "Cindy drugged your drink. She had you taken to a private suite—planned to make you look like you'd cheated."
My blood turned to ice. Drugged? A setup?
"But when she left," Russo continued, "you stumbled out and ended up in my room instead. By the time she brought Harris back, you were gone. Her plan failed."
He hesitated, regret flashing in his eyes. "I was drunk. You were… not yourself. That's how Ethan happened."
Harris lunged at him. "Bullshit! You and Darcy planned this!"
Russo shoved him back, straightening his collar with icy calm. "Check your phone. The video's everywhere."
Harris scrolled, his face draining of color. There it was—Cindy slipping something into my drink, dragging me away. The internet had already torn her apart.
When Harris finally left, broken and silent, I turned to Russo. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
He smiled faintly. "I didn't know about Ethan until I saw him with you at the orphanage. And I didn't want you thinking I was only here for him." He stepped closer. "I wanted you, Darcy. For you."
My face burned. "You—you wanted to pursue me?"
His lips brushed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Confession? I wasn't as drunk as I let on. And I don't do one-night stands… unless it's someone unforgettable."
I pushed him away, flustered. Misreading me, his expression turned apologetic. "I'm sorry, Darcy. For everything."
It was too much—but through the chaos, one thing was clear: Russo had been protecting us all along.
"It's not your fault," I murmured. "You didn't know."
Hope flickered in his eyes. "Let me take care of you. Both of you."
This time, I didn't hesitate. "Yes."
As he pulled me into his arms, I knew our story was just beginning.
Epilogue
Five years later, Russo and I are still together—happier than I ever imagined. Harris and Cindy? Gone. After the video exposed her, Cindy lost custody of her daughter. Harris's reputation crumbled. They spent years blaming each other, their lives in ruins.
But Russo? He's been everything—the perfect partner, the devoted father Ethan deserves.
That night at Elite changed everything. It brought me here. To him.
And for that? I'll always be grateful.
How could Russo be Ethan's father? I'd never cheated on Harris. None of this made sense.
I turned to Russo, my voice trembling. "Explain this to me right now, or I swear my head's going to explode."
Before Russo could answer, Harris stormed over, his face twisted in fury. "You were sleeping with him behind my back, weren't you?" he spat.
Russo cut him off with a sharp glare. "You're wrong, Harris." Then his gaze softened as he looked at me. "Darcy, I know this is a shock, but I'm telling the truth. I am Ethan's father."
My legs felt weak. "But how?" I whispered. "I was married to you, Harris. I never—I never would've—"
Russo exhaled, his expression grim. "Do you remember the night at Elite? Harris's birthday party with Cindy and the others?"
The memory hit me like a slap. Harris ignoring me all night. Cindy hanging off his arm, laughing too loud. Me, invisible in my own marriage.
Russo studied my face. "You don't remember leaving the group, do you?"
I shook my head. "No. I felt dizzy, then… nothing."
His jaw tightened. "Cindy drugged your drink. She had you taken to a private suite—planned to make you look like you'd cheated."
My blood turned to ice. Drugged? A setup?
"But when she left," Russo continued, "you stumbled out and ended up in my room instead. By the time she brought Harris back, you were gone. Her plan failed."
He hesitated, regret flashing in his eyes. "I was drunk. You were… not yourself. That's how Ethan happened."
Harris lunged at him. "Bullshit! You and Darcy planned this!"
Russo shoved him back, straightening his collar with icy calm. "Check your phone. The video's everywhere."
Harris scrolled, his face draining of color. There it was—Cindy slipping something into my drink, dragging me away. The internet had already torn her apart.
When Harris finally left, broken and silent, I turned to Russo. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
He smiled faintly. "I didn't know about Ethan until I saw him with you at the orphanage. And I didn't want you thinking I was only here for him." He stepped closer. "I wanted you, Darcy. For you."
My face burned. "You—you wanted to pursue me?"
His lips brushed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Confession? I wasn't as drunk as I let on. And I don't do one-night stands… unless it's someone unforgettable."
I pushed him away, flustered. Misreading me, his expression turned apologetic. "I'm sorry, Darcy. For everything."
It was too much—but through the chaos, one thing was clear: Russo had been protecting us all along.
"It's not your fault," I murmured. "You didn't know."
Hope flickered in his eyes. "Let me take care of you. Both of you."
This time, I didn't hesitate. "Yes."
As he pulled me into his arms, I knew our story was just beginning.
Epilogue
Five years later, Russo and I are still together—happier than I ever imagined. Harris and Cindy? Gone. After the video exposed her, Cindy lost custody of her daughter. Harris's reputation crumbled. They spent years blaming each other, their lives in ruins.
But Russo? He's been everything—the perfect partner, the devoted father Ethan deserves.
That night at Elite changed everything. It brought me here. To him.
And for that? I'll always be grateful.
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