Markus POV
Three days.
It took exactly three days.
Three days of waiting.
Three days of barely sleeping.
Three days of replaying every conversation with Felicia over and over inside his head.
Three days of wondering whether the children were really his.
Three days of hoping and dreading the answers at the same time.
Markus sat behind his desk staring at the clock.
His office felt unusually quiet.
Even the paperwork stacked before him remained untouched.
He had tried working.
Tried focusing.
Tried pretending his world wasn’t falling apart.
It hadn’t worked.
A knock sounded at the door.
Markus immediately looked up.
His pulse quickened.
“Enter.”
The door opened.
A middle-aged man stepped inside carrying a thick file.
The private investigator.
The man Markus had hired af
