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Jennifer
“West?” Owen said.
My stomach turned over at the sound of that voice. I’d been a silent witness to everything that had happened. I’d been rooted to the spot, unable to move or think or breathe. I certainly couldn’t walk away as it all came out. All the bullshit and lying that Owen had gotten away with for more than two decades.
He had another family. Three kids and a mistress at the very least. He’d told Jordan and Julian that it wasn’t true. He’d spun some believable tale, thinking the boys would sweep it under the rug. But the problem with lying was that, eventually, the truth always came out.
“Dad,” Weston said, his voice uncertain.
“What are you doing here?”
“I keep getting that question,” he said. “I think by now it’s obvious.”
“You lied,” Jordan snarled. “You lied
