Kyle's POV
I slammed my hand against my desk, the sharp sting barely registering against the fury coursing through me. Paper scattered, my coffee cup trembled dangerously close to spilling, but I didn’t care. My jaw clenched as my glare remained fixed on the news article that glared back at me from my laptop screen, the headline burning itself into my mind like a hot iron pressed into bare skin.
“Illegitimate Heir: Kyle Banks’ Secret Son Finally Arrives”
My fingers curled into fists.
Illegitimate.
The word bit at me, digging its claws into a wound that had never fully healed, sending a fresh wave of anger coursing through my veins. After everything I had done - after the choices I had made, the sacrifices; I still couldn't escape it. I had agreed to the marriage, sacrificed my love ju
