FAZER LOGINFor several seconds, nobody spoke.Mia stared at Alexander’s mother.Then at Alexander.Then back at the woman.“My father?” Alexander finally asked.His voice was dangerously calm.His mother nodded once.“Yes.”Alexander gave a short, disbelieving laugh.“My father was dead.”“I know.”“He died two years before the divorce.”“I know.”“Then how could he have been at the hotel?”His mother looked down.“Because I never said he was alive.”Alexander’s expression changed.Mia felt a chill run down her spine.“What does that mean?” she asked.His mother looked at her.“It means the man you saw wasn’t Alexander’s father.”Mia frowned.“Then who was he?”She hesitated.“His twin brother.”Silence.Alexander stared at her.“My father didn’t have a twin.”“He did.”“You’re lying.”“I wish I were.”Alexander stepped closer.“Why have I never heard of him?”“Because your grandfather made sure no one did.”“Why?”His mother looked toward the empty hallway.“Because your uncle was removed from
“Daddy?”The word barely left Noah’s mouth.He stared at the name written on the back of the paper.Alexander Kane.It didn’t feel real.For years, whenever Noah had asked about his father, Mia had given him different versions of the same answer.It’s complicated.He’s not part of our lives.Maybe someday you’ll understand.Noah had accepted those answers because he trusted his mother.But now there was a name.A real name.And he’d already met the man.The man from the airport.The man who had looked at him as though he’d seen something he couldn’t explain.Noah folded the paper again and slipped it beneath his pillow.He wasn’t going to tell the strange man.Not yet.He wanted to know what was happening first.⸻Mia hadn’t slept.Neither had Alexander.They were sitting across from each other in Claire’s living room when the first light of morning began creeping through the curtains.Claire had gone upstairs hours ago.Alexander sat forward, his elbows resting on his knees.“Tell me
Mia knew something was wrong before Alexander reached her.She saw it in his face.The controlled expression was gone. The calm billionaire who could walk into a room full of hostile executives and make everyone else nervous had disappeared.What stood in front of her now was a man who had just discovered that the past wasn’t dead.“What happened?” she asked.Alexander didn’t answer immediately.He looked at Claire.Then at Mia.“Where is Noah?”Mia’s heart stopped.“What?”“Where is he?”“I thought he was with you.”Alexander’s expression changed.“No.”Mia stared at him.For a second, neither of them moved.Then reality hit.She turned sharply toward the entrance.“Noah?”Nothing.She hurried through the hall.“Noah!”People turned to look.Mia checked the seats.The corridor.The washroom.The small garden behind the building.Nothing.Her breathing became shallow.“Noah!”Alexander followed.“Mia.”“Don’t.”She turned on him.“You said you saw him.”“I saw him leave.”“With who?”
“You were pregnant.”Mia looked at Alexander.For several seconds, she said nothing.The rain had started again, light at first, tapping against the pavement around them. People were moving back into the funeral hall, confused whispers following them, but neither of them seemed to notice.Alexander’s eyes never left her face.“You were pregnant,” he repeated.Mia swallowed.“Yes.”The single word seemed to knock the air out of him.Alexander took a step backward.Seven years.He did the calculation without meaning to.Noah was seven.Seven years old.Seven years ago, he and Mia had still been married.Seven years ago, she had still been sleeping beside him.Seven years ago, he had believed she had betrayed him.His mind raced through memories he hadn’t allowed himself to examine in years.Mia refusing wine at dinner.The morning she’d fainted in their kitchen.The doctor’s appointment she’d said she didn’t want him to attend because she had “something personal to deal with.”The argum
Alexander stared at his mother.For a moment, the funeral hall seemed to disappear.“What did you just say?”His mother glanced around nervously.“Not here.”“You said my divorce was never supposed to happen.”“I know what I said.”“Then explain it.”Her fingers tightened around the small black purse in her hand.“Alexander, there are things you don’t understand.”“I’ve had five years to understand them.”“That isn’t enough.”He gave a humorless laugh.“You’re telling me now?”His mother’s eyes flickered toward Mia.Mia had not moved.But Alexander noticed the change in her face.She had heard them.And whatever his mother had said, Mia knew exactly what it meant.That bothered him more than anything.He stepped closer to his mother.“What happened five years ago?”“Alexander—”“Who lied to me?”His mother’s lips parted.Before she could answer, a voice came from behind them.“Don’t.”Alexander turned.Mia was standing several feet away.Her face was pale, but her voice was steady.“D
Mia stared at her son.For one terrible second, the room seemed to shrink around them.Noah was waiting.Not impatiently.Not suspiciously.Just waiting.Children didn’t always understand the weight of the questions they asked.Sometimes they simply wanted the truth.Mia looked down at his small face.The dark eyes.The familiar shape of his mouth.The tiny crease between his brows whenever he was confused.She had spent seven years refusing to compare him to Alexander.Tonight, the comparison was impossible to ignore.“Why would you ask me that?” she whispered.Noah shrugged beneath the blanket.“Because he looked at me funny.”Mia swallowed.“He was surprised to see you.”“Why?”“Because…”The answer caught in her throat.Because you are his son.The words stayed locked behind her teeth.Noah waited another few seconds.Then he asked, “Did he know you before?”Mia looked away.“Yes.”“Were you friends?”A bitter smile touched her lips.“Something like that.”“Best friends?”“No.”“E







