See more on the next pageMy entire body stiffened.
“He doesn’t understand anything yet, and by the time he’s older, I’ll have convinced her that boarding school is the sensible option.”
The hallway seemed to tilt beneath my feet.
I remembered Adrian carrying Leo through our kitchen, whispering bedtime songs, and proudly introducing him as his son.
Now, every tender memory felt contaminated by the voice coming through that door.
“Playing Daddy to another man’s kid for a few years is a small price for getting control of everything Elena owns.”
I stepped backward before my legs could fail me.
For several seconds, I couldn’t hear anything except my own heartbeat.
Teresa reached for my elbow, but I shook my head.
I refused to collapse while my son was watching, even if he was too young to understand.
I took out my phone and called Claire, our wedding coordinator.
