The ballroom went so silent you could hear the ice melting in the champagne buckets. The document in Seb's hand felt heavier than lead. His eyes scanned the bold text at the bottom of the page: 0% PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY.
"What did you say?" Seb whispered, the words barely leaving his throat. He looked at the paper, then back at Seren, who was still clutching his leg. The child he had sacrificed everything for, the child he had used as an excuse to betray Amara, wasn't his.
"It's all there, Seb," Amara said, her voice cutting through the air with surgical precision. "I knew you were too weak to look for the truth yourself, so I found it for you. You've been raising another man's child all along."
Seb's head snapped toward Elara. His face was no longer just pale; it was ghostly, his eyes burning with a terrifying, quiet rage.
"You better explain this to me," Seb hissed, his voice trembling as he shoved the report toward Elara's face."
