Reed
The name hit me like a punch straight to the gut.
Amber.
I blinked. Swallowed. Shook my head like maybe I’d heard wrong.
“What…?” I croaked out, but Rayne wasn’t finished.
“And that’s not all,” he said quietly, voice like gravel scraping against stone. “I found out today… Amber had my child.”
For a moment, there was no air.
No floor beneath me.
No ceiling above.
Just an endless, screaming black void as my entire world shattered into dust.
He kept talking, but I barely heard the words through the roaring in my ears. Something about walking into her office, about seeing a little girl sitting there. Blonde hair. Green eyes. Looking so much like him it was unmistakable.
Their daughter.
Rayne had a daughter.
A daughter he hadn’t known about. A daughter Amber had hidden from him.
A daughter that wasn’t mine.
I clutched at the sheets beneath me, my fingers curling so tight they hurt, nails digging into the fabric.
It couldn’t be real.
It couldn’t be happening.
She—Amber—had a child with
