His Wife's Secret Son

full swing, a sea of pastel dresses and expensive suits. Ethan felt like an exhibit, the discard

s. Liam. No longer the nervous intern. He wore a tailored suit, a confident s

ripping with false sincerity. He held out the baby he wasn

dn't want to touch the child, th

He practically thrust the small, bundl

pang, quickly suppressed. As he awkwardly adjus

, but it was clumsy. A collective

my god! Ethan! How could you be so careless?" He cradled the

tartled, be

ver, her face pal

his voice shaking with feigned terror

han saw the judgment in their eyes. H

th a cold disappointment that cut deeper. "Perha

evening,

s too... much. I think it's better if you stay at the ci

iliation burned in his chest. He