All Chapters of Broken Vows, Rising Flames : Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

Damon’s POV For a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong.My grip on the phone tightened. “What did you just say?” “He leaned toward her like he was going to kiss her,” he explained carefully. “Your wife pushed him away just in time.” A dangerous silence filled the room. I rubbed my temple as I pondered; it didn’t make any sense. No loan shark would randomly just want to kiss someone — this guy definitely had some history with Camilla. My jaw tightened as my confusion deepened. I was caught between a rock and a hard place with no clear way out.“What did she do?” I asked, curious to know Camilla’s reaction. He hesitated for a moment, then his voice came through the phone again. “Nothing.” “Really?”“Yes boss,” he replied firmly. “She Just left the restaurant afterwards.” I let out a soft breath, but it did little to no help in cooling the heat building in my chest.So some strange dude got so comfortable that he tried to kiss Camilla, and she did nothing.I pushed back from

Damon’s POV The room felt smaller, tighter, as if the walls themselves were pressing in. My mind was instantly clouded by confusion that I couldn’t even think or fathom anything else except the voice.“That boy isn’t his, and you know it.”I lowered the phone, letting my back slide against the wall as my legs suddenly felt too weak to hold me.For six years, I had been living a lie. I clenched my jaw as a single, terrifying question seeped into my mind: if Prince wasn’t mine, then whose child was he?My gaze shifted to Camilla— this had to be some sort of prank. She was lying peacefully on the bed, her arms curled up in the sheets while I burned with frustration. I could barely hold back my anger as I kept watching her figure on the bed. My hand curled into a fist, and I pushed away from the wall, striding toward her in fury.I stopped just as I was about to tap her awake. She was only going to gaslight me and feed me lies, so why even ask in the first place?Everything was alread

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

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