Damian’s POVI was in my office. The air was still except for the low hum of the AC and the faint ticking of the clock mounted on the wall. My tie was loose, the sleeves of my shirt rolled up, and in front of me lay Lena’s medical documents, neatly arranged, freshly delivered from the hospital’s record department.Each page was proof, not only of her pregnancy but of when it began, the timing, the details. It was all here, in black and white. Every number, every date confirmed what I already knew, Dylan was mine, no test needed. No courtroom needed to tell me that the boy sleeping in the nursery at home carried my blood.But the world didn’t care about truth, it cared about proof.“Sir?” My lawyer, David, stood across the table, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. “Everything here lines up perfectly. The conception date doesn’t overlap with the Huntley marriage.”“Then why is this still a discussion?” I muttered, flipping through the file again.“Because Adrian Huntley has publ
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