His Forgotten Night, Our Secret Son

Chapter 3

Word Count: 691 | Released on: 09/09/2026

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ed the kitchen as Oliver and I

His little face turned deadly se

syrup from his chin. "What

arge sheet of paper, smoothing it flat on the table. "My tea

n crayon. The left side of the branches was filled with names

the father's side-w

gest empty branch. His blue eyes looked up at me,

too thick to breathe. How was I supposed to explain to a

shaking. "Baby, some family trees just look a littl

oulders slumped. "But... Billy's

ing him so tightly he squeaked. "It doesn't matter.

a red crayon and drew a massive hea

nk space on the paper burned in m

an's house so I could get ready for the party.

stomach, the exhaustion around my eyes. I grabbed a simple, dark blue dress off the r

use. Cars lined the street for blocks. I parked my SUV, turned off t

abbed my purse, and forc

he smell of expensive barbecue filled the air. I kept my head down, navig

he patio doors and star

, clapping a tall man on the shoulder. Grace Turner, Nathan Bennett's

his broad shoulders perfectly. He had dark hair. He was nodding at somethi

from the Rebels. The man took a glass of champagne from a passing tray.

hiver ran down my spine, fr

The exact angle

was imp

so hard the leather creaked. I waited for him to turn around. I neede

oward the quieter side of the yar

ass in his hand

I saw h

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His Forgotten Night, Our Secret Son

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“Six years ago, I gave Ryan Carter one reckless night. By morning, the rising hockey star was gone. A few weeks later, I was staring at two pink lines-and the desperate call I made to him went unanswered. So I raised our son alone. Now Ryan has been traded to Boston. Worse, he is the newest superstar client of my fiercely protective older brother. At my brother's engagement party, five-year-old Oliver runs straight into Ryan's path. One look at the boy's cornflower blue eyes and unmistakable dimple, and Ryan knows. His shock looks real. So does his devastation. Ryan swears he never received my call. That while I was discovering I was pregnant, his mother was fighting for her life in the ICU. Maybe it is the truth. Maybe it is another polished lie from a notorious playboy with a violent temper and a talent for breaking hearts. I should protect Oliver. Protect myself. Keep Ryan far away from the life I built without him. But Ryan Carter has never backed down from a fight-and now he is fighting for his son. And for me. The chemistry between us still burns as fiercely as it did six years ago. But wanting him is easy. Trusting him with my heart-and our son's-is another matter entirely. Because the only thing more dangerous than hating the man who abandoned me is believing he never meant to leave.”