PROLOGUE
GRAYSON
“Grayson, I’m sorry. I really thought he was yours,” Bella tells me, but there’s zero remorse in her voice.
“Or you figured since Grant and I are brothers, he’d look like me no matter what,” I retort. I’ve fed into her bullshit long enough to know when she’s lying through her teeth. I’ve given her the benefit of the doubt for too long.
“No, I’m serious. I want him to be yours. And he will be. DNA shouldn’t matter when we’re in love.” She steps closer and places her palm on my cheek. “I made a mistake. Don’t let it affect our future.”
For a split second, I’m pulled into her trance but somehow manage to blink it away. “No. You cheated on me. You made me believe that was my son.” I point at her belly. She’s seven months pregnant and convinced me that we were starting a f
