The weight of the revelation pressed down on Jordon like a crushing force. The truth was a brutal, jagged thing, tearing apart everything he had believed for years. He had raised Addison under the assumption that Layla was her mother, never realizing the terrible truth—that Layla had lost their child, a stillborn, and had stolen Addison to cover up the loss of his heir. Among his... daughters he was to have a son. One he never got to hold nor mourn the loss. None had been the wiser. None had questioned it.
And now, standing in the dimly lit meeting room, his world had been shattered.
Lilly stood before him, weary yet unwavering, Jordon could barely look at them, his thoughts a whirlwind of guilt, fury, and grief. He had loved Addison she has always been his daughter, but she wasn’t Layla
