SCARLETT
His words kept echoing in my head like a haunting melody. “You’re mine.”
What the hell is he trying to do?
I stared at him, my body frozen in disbelief, while my heart slammed violently against my chest. “You’re mine”—he said it like it was some beautiful promise. Like it wasn’t the most messed-up thing to say in the middle of this chaos.
How could he?
I was carrying a child—his child. And I was still legally married to his son. The same son who nearly killed me when he found out I was pregnant. The same son who stood over me with fury in his eyes, hatred in his voice. And now… now I’m supposed to pretend that none of that ever happened? That this baby belongs to him?
That everything’s fine?
No. No, it’s not fine. It’s twisted. It’s a goddamn mess.
I glared at Zayden, my
