His Forgotten Night, Our Secret Son

Chapter 4

Word Count: 689 | Released on: 09/09/2026

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as I followed Grace away from the main crowd.

ace said, glancing back at me.

practiced smile. "Ju

nd let my eyes sweep over the

the voices, the clinking of glasses

back was to me, but the curve of her waist, the way her golden hair f

of the champagne flute so hard I

aze. "What is it? S

ndpaper. It couldn't be her. Boston was

lt the weight of my st

ction of an inch in my

innocence was gone, replaced by a sharp, guarded elegance. Bu

of hockey tape and PR scandals viole

heard, then laughed so hard she snorted when I claimed the snort meant it had worked. Her knee brushed mine beneath the bar and stayed there. Later, in that hotel room, her fingers twisted in my shirt as I backed her against the

eft on the nightst

e hospital telling me my mother was seizing. After that, my life became a blur of

tanding right

d, I saw her eye

er. Maybe she would march over

skin turned a sickly, ash white. Her eyes widened,

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half-step

rm of the woman standing next to her-a brunette w

finding me. Her face instantly tw

actically dragged the brunette toward the glass doors of the house, h

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ing? Because of one missed phone call six years ago? That didn'

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lking toward the house, my eyes fixed on the s

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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.”