Jack’s POV
The message haunted me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t push it out of my mind. I sat in the dim light of the apartment, the glow of the phone screen casting eerie shadows on the walls.
"Samantha Blake has just delivered a healthy baby boy."
The words felt heavier each time I read them. A boy. Samantha had a son.
And for the first time in months, I let myself ask the question I had buried deep: Was he mine?
I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles whitening. She had named Louis as the father, made it clear in front of the entire world. But what if that wasn’t the truth? What if the boy was mine, and she had lied to protect herself—or me?
The idea twisted in my gut, a bitter mix of anger and something deeper, something more vulnerable.
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Morning sunlight crept th
