I shouldn't have gone to the dinner party.
Every instinct I had screamed at me to stay home, to make excuses, to avoid putting myself in a situation where I'd have to sit across from Damien while pregnant with his child and pretending my son wasn't also his.
But Noah had been so excited about the invitation.
"A grown-up party?" His eyes had lit up when I'd mentioned it. "With fancy food and music?"
"It's not really a party for kids, baby."
"But the man said I could come. The daddy friend on the phone." Noah had looked at me with those storm-colored eyes that were so much like Damien's. "I want to meet him, Mama. I want to meet a daddy friend."
And that's how I found myself standing in the marble foyer of Damien and Vanessa's penthouse at seven o'clock on a Saturday night, holding Noa
