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.
Damien stepped backward and hit the marble planter behind him.
“No,” he whispered.
His assistant, standing nearby with a tablet, looked up. “Mr. Mercer?”
Damien could not answer.
The sound of the mall disappeared around him. The luxury shops, perfume counters, escalator music, laughing teenagers, and ordinary hum of Saturday life all faded beneath one impossible truth.
Mara had kept the babies.
No.
Mara had kept his sons.
Five years earlier, she had stood across from him in the private boardroom of Mercer Capital and told him she was pregnant. He remembered the white test stick wrapped in tissue. He remembered the trembling in her hands. He remembered the fear that had taken over his body.
And he remembered what he had done.
