HE LIFTED THE BLANKET EXPECTING TO FIND PROOF HIS PREGNANT WIFE HAD BETRAYED HIM

Not affection.

Not legacy.

Control.

Emma closed her eyes briefly as tears slipped down her face.

“I kept a separate phone because your father gave it to me. He said it was the only safe way to contact him. I wasn’t hiding another man, Lucas. I was hiding your father.”

Lucas stood abruptly.

The chair scraped loudly across the floor.

For six days, he had suspected continue reading …