I held his gaze.
“He has always been yours.”
Alexander grabbed the wall.
“You never told me.”
“I tried.”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“That isn’t true.”
Without arguing, I took out my phone.
I opened an archived folder.
Twenty-seven emails.
Hospital records.
Certified letters.
Delivery confirmations.
Every attempt I had made to tell him I was pregnant.
Every message his family office had intercepted before it could reach him.
Alexander scrolled slowly.
His breathing became uneven.
“I never saw any of these.”
“I know.”
Vanessa appeared behind him.
“This is ridiculous.”
She crossed her arms.
“She could have fabricated all of it.”
I almost admired how quickly she recovered.
Almost.
I looked at her.
“You’re still using that argument?”
Her expression tightened.
“What argument?”
“The same one that worked five years ago.”
Alexander looked between us.
I opened another file.
“Forensic analysis.”
Then I turned the screen toward him.
“The emails supposedly sent by me were created through a cloned account.”
His face changed.
“The photographs were real.”
I paused.
“The story attached to them wasn’t.”
Alexander frowned.
“What hotel?”
“The Carlton.”
His jaw tightened.
“I remember.”
