KLAUS’S POV
I couldn’t believe she was standing here again, asking me the same damn thing.
Another DNA test?
Goddess, how many times was she going to keep clinging to this fantasy?
Yeah, I paid the hospital bill. What was I supposed to do—let the kid die? Even if he’s not mine, no child deserves that kind of suffering. And Bernard… he’s innocent. Quiet. Soft-spoken. Too thin for his age.
But none of that makes him my son.
Still, there she was—Gina. Standing in my study like she belonged here, looking at me with those same eyes that used to undo me so easily. Eyes I once would’ve done anything for.
Back then, if she asked for the moon, I’d have found a way to pull it from the sky.
But not anymore. This was her punishment. Her karma for what she did to me—for choosing Mike. For teari
