LOGINCamilla’s POV The room felt too quiet. Not the kind that brought peace, but the kind that pressed hard on your chest, making every breath feel heavier than the last. I stood in front of my bed, staring at the open suitcase lying on the bed like it was waiting for me to make a decision I wasn’t ready to make.Damon’s words were still echoing in my head. “Take your son and leave my house.”My fingers curled slowly at my sides, a shaky breath escaping my lips before I could force myself to move. Prince was playing in his room. If I didn’t start packing, I knew I wouldn’t at all.I got to the wardrobe and slowly pulled it open with trembling hands. It had two compartments—one filled with my clothes and the other with Damon’s.The familiar scent of his cologne filled my senses as I took my clothes from the wardrobe and folded them into my suitcase.I couldn’t blame Damon. He had every right to be upset. The day I told him I was pregnant. He was so excited—far too excited for a man
Camilla’s POV My next inhale suddenly felt too heavy to take.And my heart? It pounded, not just from shock, but from the fear of being exposed.“What are you saying, Damon?” I put up a small frown, shaking my head slightly. “Prince is your son.”The words felt like it was pre-saved on my tongue, rolling out freely without hesitation.Damon’s eyes darkened even more. God knows I was trying my best to hold his gaze.“Don’t stand there and lie to my face, Camilla. I’ve seen the result,” he thundered. His voice filled the room, and I feared Prince might hear us, but wait—what result was he talking about?He didn’t hesitate before thrusting the document toward me.“Take it. See for yourself.”For a second, I simply stared at the piece of paper. Damon didn’t look away. He was watching like he was waiting for me to let my guard down. I took the paper from him with fidgeting hands and slowly opened it. My eyes widened slightly as I scanned the heading of the report.“DNA analysis betwee
Damon’s POV I skimmed through the headings and a bunch of other details that didn’t make any sense to me. My chest tightened as my gaze dropped to the result section. For a moment there, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. I blinked slowly as if that would rearrange the words into something favorable. There wasn’t any change, still the same result. Probability of Paternity: 0.00% My grip on the file tightened instantly, my blood slowly beginning to boil with rage. Probability of Paternity: 0.00%. That couldn’t be true. I read it again, slower this time. As if maybe the zero’s would change if I gave them enough time to correct themselves. That didn’t happen, they remained the same. A sharp exhale slipped out from my lips before I could even stop it. “No,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. My fingers curled against the edge of the paper, crumpling it slightly. Prince wasn’t my son. The thought of it was more painful than the result itself. I
Three days Later….Damon’s POV Three days had passed already—three days of wearing a fake smile, three days of pretending that everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as I pulled into the hospital parking lot, the engine slowly going quiet.For a moment, I leaned back in my seat staring at the building that loomed in front of me. Questions clawed at my mind. What if it was true? What if Prince wasn’t my son? What if Camilla had been lying to me all this while?Maybe I shouldn’t have done it.The thought had been haunting me since the moment I handed over that hair sample to the doctor. What if I had just left things the way they were?My jaw tightened.Because now… there was no going back.I was still lost in thought when a knock on the side glass snapped me out of my daze.I shifted slightly in my seat, turning to the side. A young boy stood there, no older than eight or nine, his small fingers pressed against the window. Beside him w
Clara’s POV“Mom… that man… it’s him again,” Maurice said suddenly as I tried to tie his shoes.“Hmm?” I paused, my brows knitting in confusion.He pointed ahead, his small finger steady, and I followed his gaze.The elevator doors were sliding shut, but I managed to catch a brief glimpse of someone before they closed completely. Something about him felt familiar.“You said who is the man again?” I asked, turning back to Maurice.His lips parted slowly, but then—“Clara Hayes?” a feminine voice called, cutting through the moment.Maurice and I turned to the nurse who wore a light blue scrub. I straightened, my eyes shifting to her tag. Grace Sins. That was the name written boldly on the tag.Snapping out of my fixed gaze at her, I forced a small smile.“Yes… I’m Clara.”She managed to smile back, her gaze dropping to Maurice before returning to me. “Dr. Evan Grant is ready to see you. Please come with me.” I nodded gently, taking Maurice by the hand. She led us down the hallway
Clara’s POV“Mom… that man… it’s him again,” Maurice said suddenly as I tried to tie his shoes.“Hmm?” I paused, my brows knitting in confusion.He pointed ahead, his small finger steady, and I followed his gaze.The elevator doors were sliding shut, but I managed to catch a brief glimpse of someone before they closed completely. Something about him felt familiar.“You said who is the man again?” I asked, turning back to Maurice.His lips parted slowly, but then—“Clara Hayes?” a feminine voice called, cutting through the moment.Maurice and I turned to the nurse who wore a light blue scrub. I straightened, my eyes shifting to her tag. Grace Sins. That was the name written boldly on the tag.Snapping out of my fixed gaze at her, I forced a small smile.“Yes… I’m Clara.”She managed to smile back, her gaze dropping to Maurice before returning to me. “Dr. Evan Grant is ready to see you. Please come with me.” I nodded gently, taking Maurice by the hand. She led us down the hallway
Clara’s POV The drive back home had been quiet for a while, the city’s lights moving past us in a complete blur. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortably, just heavy like there was something unsaid sitting between us. My head rested against the seat, staring blankly out the window as we drove pas
Damon’s POV My fingers tightened around the phone as his words echoed in my head. The secret your wife has been keeping from you? For a moment, I said nothing, my mind struggling to catch up with what I had just heard. “Secret? What the hell are you talking about?” I finally demanded, my voi
Damon’s POVI took another careful glance at the mirror, barely recognizing the man that stared back at me.The suit was expensive and tailored to perfection, yet it did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest. I adjusted my tie slowly, watching my fingers move down my chest. Confident and calm.
Clara’s POV Mr Salvador turned to face me fully. “Mr Damon stepped out to—” He paused as Maurice mistakenly dropped his spoon to the floor, which produced a clattering sound. Salvador and I turned to him as he clutched onto his food flask. “Sorry,” he whispered softly and lowered his face to the







