BILLIONAIRE WAR: WHOSE TWINS ARE THEY?

CHAPTER FOUR

Latoya’s POV

The ride home was unbearable. The tension inside the car felt like a noose tightening around my neck, suffocating, unrelenting. Jack hadn’t spoken another word since he told me he couldn’t even look at me. His hands remained clenched around the steering wheel, his knuckles ghostly white from the sheer force of his grip.

I swallowed hard, staring out the window as the city lights blurred into streaks of gold and silver. My mind was racing, my heart hammering, Renny, My daughter. The secret I had tried so hard to bury had been unearthed in the worst way possible.

I had never seen Jack so furious before.

The car came to a halt in front of our penthouse building, the sudden stillness sending a shiver through me. The moment Jack stepped out, I hesitated. My fingers trembled as I reached for the handle, knowing the moment we walked through that door, I would have to face the full weight of his wrath.

I forced myself to move, my legs weak as I followed him inside.

The penthouse was eerily silent as we entered. Jack walked ahead, his broad shoulders tense, his fists clenched at his sides. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, he spun on his heel.

His dark eyes burned with barely restrained fury.

“How long?” His voice was low, dangerous.

I felt my stomach twist. “Jack, I—”

“How long, Latoya?” He took a step forward, his jaw locked, his chest rising and falling sharply. “How long were you going to keep this from me? Were you ever planning to tell me? Or was I supposed to just keep parading around like a goddamn fool, thinking my wife had no other child?”

Tears welled in my eyes. “I wanted to tell you—”

“But you didn’t!” His voice cracked like a whip, sending a violent shudder through me.

I flinched. “I was scared,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Scared?” Jack let out a sharp, bitter laugh, raking a hand through his hair. “You were scared, so you lied to me? You let me believe I knew everything about the woman I married when in reality, I knew nothing at all?”

The anger in his eyes was terrifying, but the pain was worse.

“Jack, please,” I stepped closer, reaching out, but he took a step back, his nostrils flaring.

“You stood in front of me every damn day and never once thought I deserved the truth?” His voice was hoarse, his breathing erratic. “Did you think I wouldn’t love her? That I wouldn’t want to be a part of her life?”

My lips parted, but I had no answer. The truth was, I had never considered how Harry would react if he had known about Renny from the beginning. I had been too consumed by fear—fear of my past, of the consequences, of the world I had fought to escape.

His hands trembled at his sides. I could see the way his entire body was shaking, his rage barely contained. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, his lips pressed into a tight line.

Then, his right hand lifted.

For a split second, I thought he was going to hit me.

The air between us crackled with raw, uncontrolled emotion.

My breath caught in my throat, my body tensing. But just before his hand could move any further, something shifted in his eyes. His fingers curled into a fist, his jaw clenching so tightly I thought his teeth might shatter.

His arm trembled.

And then—he let it drop to his side.

A shuddering breath left his lips. His entire frame was rigid, his control fraying at the seams.

I swallowed thickly, my heart pounding so hard it was painful.

Jack turned away abruptly, running a hand down his face. He looked like a man on the verge of breaking.

“I can’t do this right now,” he muttered under his breath.

“Jack, please—”

“I said I can’t!” His voice thundered through the room, raw and wounded.

Silence fell between us, thick and unbearable.

He let out a ragged breath, shaking his head.

“I need to get out of here.” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Panic seized my chest. “Jack, wait—”

But he was already moving, grabbing his coat and heading for the door.

“Jack!” My voice broke, but he didn’t stop.

He yanked the door open, stepping out into the hallway. Without another word, he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

The sound echoed through the empty penthouse like a gunshot.

And then—silence.

I stood there, my body trembling, my breath shallow. My hands were ice-cold, my fingers numb.

He was gone.

I sank onto the couch, my heart shattering inside my chest.

I had lost him.

And this time—I wasn’t sure if he would come back.

I sat there, frozen in time, as the minutes ticked by. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the sound of my own ragged breathing.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. Jack had walked out on me, leaving me feeling shattered and alone.

I thought back to our conversation, replaying every word, every gesture. I had hurt him, deeply. And I didn't blame him for walking out.

But as the minutes turned into hours, I began to feel a sense of panic. What if he didn't come back? What if I had lost him forever?

I stood up, my legs shaking beneath me. I had to do something. I couldn't just sit here and wait for Jack to decide whether or not he wanted to come back to me.

I took a deep breath and made my way to the bedroom. I needed to think, to come up with a plan. I couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

As I changed into something comfortable, my mind began to racing. I thought about all the things I could do to try and fix things between us.

But as I lay down on the bed, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had already lost him. That I had hurt him too deeply, and that he would never be able to forgive me.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I thought about a future without Jack. It was a bleak and lonely prospect, one that I couldn't bear to contemplate.

But as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I had to be strong. I had to fight for our marriage, for our love. And I was willing to do whatever it took to make things right between us.