I was about to announce my engagement—until four six-year-old boys who looked exactly like me exposed the devastating secret my own mother had hidden for years

remained still.

“Do you have records?”

“Yes.”

“Send them to my legal counsel tonight.”

Cole agreed. Grant ended the call.

Vivienne looked suddenly older.

“You would destroy this family over one mistake?”

Grant shook his head.

“No. I’m trying to rebuild the part of my family you decided didn’t matter.”

He pointed toward the elevator.

“Please leave.”

“Grant—”

“Tonight,continue reading …