“This has to be a joke, right, Alex?”
My voice wavered as I spoke, but Alexander didn’t look at me. Instead, he lowered his gaze to the documents in front of him, flipping a page with calculated indifference before signing. Then, standing, he walked around the desk and handed the signed document to the man claiming to be my father.
Alex didn’t even glance in my direction as he returned to his seat.
“I don’t understand. What is going on here?” My chest tightened, but I forced my voice to stay firm.
“I’m your father,” the man repeated.
I shifted my gaze to the woman beside him. My stomach twisted.
“So that’s the b***h who tried to kill my mother. And I’m guessing she’s your wife?” My words dripped with venom.
At that, the man smiled a knowing, almost amused expression. “No,” he correc
