Nina's POV
"Is Leo mine?"
The question lingered between us, and for a moment I could only stare at Ethan.
Five years ago, I might have broken under the weight of that question. Five years ago, I might have cried, explained everything, or begged him to understand. But life had taught me how dangerous the truth could be, especially when Richard Wolfe was involved.
So I gave the only answer I could.
"No."
Ethan held my gaze, searching my face for something. I wasn't sure whether he was looking for guilt, hesitation, or confirmation of a suspicion he already carried. Whatever it was, I refused to give it to him.
"I see," he said quietly.
The disappointment in his voice caught me off guard. It wasn't anger. It wasn't outrage. It sounded more like a man who had reached the end of his pat
