The nurse placed my newborn in my arms… and the first thing my husband did was glance at his phone.

Then Daniel looked straight at me and said, “Take the bus home tomorrow. I’m taking my family out for hotpot.”

For a moment, the room went completely still—except for my baby’s soft, uneven breathing against my chest.

I thought I had heard him wrong.

“What?” My voice came out weak.

His mother, Elaine, adjusted her bracelet and sighed, as if I were the problem. “Claire, don’t create a scene. You’ll be discharged in the morning. The bus stop is right outside.”

“I gave birth six hours ago,” I whispered.

Daniel shrugged. “My parents are here. We already booked dinner. You don’t expect us to cancel just because you’re tired, do you?”

His sister Melissa laughed. “Women give birth every day.”

I stared at them—their expensive clothes, their cold expressions, the car keys in Daniel’s hand… a car I had paid for.

My baby whimpered, and I held him tighter.