Chapter 3

The next day, I sent Nolan everything I had on Roy.

“This is the man who caused Rose to lose control and plunge into the sea.”

Nolan did not reply. I left it at that.

I turned to Selina, who had shown up at my door again.

Only one night had passed, but her attitude had softened considerably.

“All I did was have a baby with Roy. I’m his child’s biological mother, that’s all. You know how picky Roy is. He didn’t want anyone else to have his baby, and I was the only woman he’d consider. How could I say no?”

She watched my face as she tried to reason with me.

She looked sincere.

“Anyway, enough about Roy. Let’s talk about us. After all these years, I can’t imagine my life without you. What I feel for you is different from what I feel for Roy. You don’t need to compare yourself to him.”

I laughed.

She acted as though there had ever been any love between us.

She looked almost desperate. I shook my head.

“I’ll have the divorce papers ready in three days.”

She threw herself into my arms and held on tight.

“I love you, Cameron. I’ve had feelings for you, just like I have for Roy. Please don’t make me choose.”

For the first time, she leaned in to kiss me.

Her dark lashes fluttered as she drew closer.

I made no move to stop her.

Then, just before our lips touched, I pushed her away.

“Selina, you really are awful sometimes.”

She dropped the vulnerable act.

Her expression was icy and calm. “Admit it, Cameron. You still want to be my lapdog.”

I nodded. “I do. But I’m not going to be one anymore.”

No matter how much she looked like Rose, she was not Rose.

My Rose would never have tried to have it both ways.

Selina saw my attention drift.

She shifted onto my lap and straddled me.

Then, she leaned in.

This time, I did not pull away.

We both knew I could never resist her when she did that.

Rose used to do the same thing before she fell into a coma.

When I woke up, it was the early hours of the morning.

The spot where Selina had curled up beside me was cold.

I got up to check on Tommy and found her standing in the nursery.

She was on the phone with Roy.

“Relax! Nothing happened between us. If I could’ve slept with him, why would I have needed IVF to have his baby?”

I could not hear Roy’s response, but Selina laughed. “You know he’ll do anything for me. I don’t have to sleep with him to get what I want. Just wait. He’ll hand over his son’s liver for our boy.”

I sneered. So that was why she had come to see me.

When I had begged her to go through IVF, I had said, “Once we have a baby, I’ll agree to whatever you want.”

She hesitated, then frowned. “Do you want a baby that badly?”

I nodded without hesitation.

Her expression had turned serious. “All right. I promise I’ll help you protect the baby too.”

She had promised me she would never hurt our child. Yet at Roy’s request, she decided his fate as though it meant nothing.

She had forgotten her promise to me.

I refused to accept it.

I would never let it happen.

As I backed away and returned to the bedroom, I sent the nursery’s camera footage and Tommy’s photo to Nolan.

[Tommy looks a lot like Rose.]

The next day, Nolan took Selina and me to Rose’s hospital room.

Roy was there too.

“Grandpa, what’s going on?” When Selina saw Rose’s face, she was shocked.

“Who is she? Why does she look so much like me?”

At Nolan’s prompting glance, I said, “She’s your older half-sister. You have the same father. She’s the woman Roy and I both fell in love with.”