MIKA
Silence lingers between Wade and me after I drop the bombshell. He doesn’t react right away—he just blinks, his expression carefully neutral, but it’s clear in his eyes that he’s devastated.
Sucking in a slow breath, he steadies himself. "Damn," he mutters, running a hand down his face and shaking his head slightly. “I mean, I figured… but I still let myself hope.” His voice is calm, but there is an ache beneath it that makes my heart clench.
“Wade—”
“No, it’s not your fault. I should’ve known it wasn’t me. It’s not on you that I let myself believe otherwise.”
I exhale, watching him take my hand while feeling sad for him. Then he presses the Range Rover key in my palm. “The paternity results don’t change this,” he says, nodding toward the car. “I still want you to have it. I
