I looked directly at the man who had called me a liar while I carried his child.
“Five.”
The color drained from his face.
Behind him, Vanessa stopped smiling.
That was when I knew.
She understood exactly what Liam’s age meant.
What she didn’t understand was why I was there.
Our reunion wasn’t an accident.
I had accepted the invitation to the yacht because its owner, billionaire investor Marcus Thorne, had recently hired my firm.
His investment company had a problem.
Millions of dollars were disappearing.
And by the end of that evening, Marcus planned to expose who had been taking them.
Vanessa thought I was simply another guest.
She was wrong.
I had come aboard carrying evidence.
And Liam was only the first truth Alexander would discover.
Alexander followed me below deck.
“Claire.”
I kept walking.
“Claire, stop.”
I stopped outside a private conference room and turned.
“What?”
The anger he used to wear so easily was gone.
What replaced it looked much worse.
Fear.
His voice dropped.
“Is Liam mine?”
