Elena was getting angry. What was happening right now, “What the hell do you mean she’s not your child, Leo? Explain to me what’s going on.”
Her voice was low but sharp—controlled only because Aurora was fast asleep on the bed behind them. Her little body covered under the blankets, oblivious to the storm that had just broken out in the room.
Leonardo rubbed the back of his neck, his heart pounding as he looked for words to explain to his wife.
“It’s kind of a long story,” he said quietly.
Elena didn’t move. Her eyes stayed locked on his, her voice more forceful this time.
“Well, you better make it short and explain everything to me right now.”
Damn, she was angry. He’d never seen her like this—never heard this tone from her. Elena was angry. And for the first time, it was directed
