His Second Heart
The moment the words left my mouth, the anger on my parents' and Alyssa's faces froze. It was then replaced by shock, panic, and the embarrassment of being exposed.
"W-What nonsense are you talking about?" My mother was the first to react. Her voice faltered, and her eyes darted away.
My father barked, "Jordan, have you lost your mind? Nathaniel died a long time ago—"
"Died a long time ago?" I cut him off and looked straight at the VIP room behind them. "Then who was the person in Room 301 two nights ago, clinging to Alyssa and saying he wanted my heart?"