He left me when I refused to end my pregnancy. Five years later, he saw my twins at a mall, and his mother’s two-million-dollar lie finally came crashing down.
Mara was looking at the documents, then up at him. The fierce, defensive anger in her eyes had softened into something resembling weary understanding. She looked toward the front door, then back to the man who had once held her at three in the morning.
“They ask about their father,” Mara said quietly, her voice trembling. “I never told them you were a bad man. I just told them you were… lost.”
Damien swallowed the lump in his throat, unable to speak.
“We are having dinner at six,” Mara said, lifting her chin, though a small, fragile tear slipped down her cheek. “It’s just mac and cheese. Nothing expensive. Nothing designed to impress. But if you want to stay… you can help them with their shoelaces.”
