Gwen sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers digging into the blanket. Sandra’s words echoed in her head like a curse she couldn’t silence.
“One of Damien’s baby mamas.”
Her chest tightened. What did Sandra mean? Did Damien really have children out there? Did he have a whole life hidden away from her?
The thought made her stomach twist. Confronting him directly would be foolish. Damien never reacted well when pushed, and if Sandra had lied just to get under her skin, Gwen would end up looking desperate.
No, she needed to investigate. Quietly. Carefully.
A soft meow broke her thoughts. She turned quickly. Her new cat rubbed against her leg, its hungry eyes looking up at her.
“Oh,” she whispered, scooping it up. “You need food.”
She rose to her feet, tugged on a casual dress, and grab
