CHAPTER 68

KIERAN 

I watched as blood drained from Edwina's face. 

She had not expected me to do that. 

Truth be told, I didn't plan to say those words either. It just happened that way.

Confronting Edwina did nothing to ease the pain of betrayal and deceit. Instead, it made me feel worse. Terrible.

I had expected Edwina to fight me, to stand her ground and probably yell into my face. I came here with the intention to fight.

But Edwina wasn't fighting with me. She looked truly miserable. 

And like Charlotte mentioned back home, Edwina had kept the child away from me back then because I was with Amelia, and I wasn't the epitome of someone who wanted a family.

But none of that mattered now. What mattered was that I knew my son, and he knew me too. As I stood there, heart pounding, a sense of anticipation gripped me, tightening my chest.