His Secret Son, Her Stolen Fortune
that
and sharp. My voice di
ed. Leo, a small, defiant copy of his father,
utting out. "Daddy said all the
I said, stepping forw
iteful little grin, he yanked it back. In the same m
ckening crack. The delicate balle
s scattered across the dark floor. A piece of her arm, a fr
I didn't register the child's cry of pain. I didn't see A
is own action and fallen, scraping his knee.
ntie Lottie pushed
Haven cried, ru
hind her. "Charlotte, how co
cene. Me on the floor, surrounded by broken p
the floor, a flicker of somethin
ld you not to let him touch her things." His voice was
ed my back for a second." She scooped Leo into her arm
ry. He's a kid, he didn't know." He tri
is voice placating. "I'll buy y
the words tearing at my t
sed. "Your mothe
picking up a tiny, sharp pie
have it fixed. I know the best restorers in
ou think that's the point? He broke it, Aiden. H
ou want me to do, Charlotte? He's fiv
m to say h
edge of rage creeping in. "Why are you being so d
g like poison. I looked him straig
tomatic. "He's not my son. We adopted him. I
arcasm. "And you, out of the goodness of your heart,
d his old trick, turning my suspicion back on me, making me the villain. "A
te, Aiden loves you. He would never do such a thing. We took
nce, their lies a suffocating blanket. I felt a wave of nausea so st
acing them one by one into my cupped hands. Each sharp edge was a fresh pain, a reminder of a memor
at him, a faint, cold smile on my lips. "Thank you for t
radling the s
've given me," I said softly, my ey
ving him standing there amids
ep in my bones, that I was leaving this
back together. It was a futile effort. The cracks were visible, ugly scar
knocking. She didn't have her usual fragile, depe
r voice devoid of any warmth. "I want you