Marco's POV
The soft hum of the TV played in the background, but Marco wasn’t paying attention. His kids were asleep in the next room, their quiet breathing the only sign of life in his tiny, two-bedroom basement apartment. He ran a hand down his face, exhaustion seeping into his bones. His phone sat face-up on the armrest of the couch, the screen still lit from the last call he’d received.
Unknown Number.
He knew exactly who it was.
Cheryl.
Another woman from his past claiming to be pregnant by him.
Marco scoffed. Bullshit.
There was no way in hell he had been reckless enough to get someone else pregnant—not when everything with Sade had already fallen apart. Not when he was still trying to piece his life together. Cheryl was lying. He was sure of it.
He exhaled sharply and tilted
