Catherine’s P.O.V
“Xavier,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “I need you to tell me… everything. I need to know exactly what happened.”
He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair, and looked at me with a mix of weariness and something I couldn’t quite place.
“Cathy… it’s not easy to say.”
I felt my chest tighten, the weight of his words settling in. “Xavier…” I said, my voice small. “That child… it will be yours alone… not mine. You understand how that makes me feel, right?”
“No,” he said quickly, reaching for my hand. “It will only be biologically mine, Cathy. Which… which means it will be yours too. In every other way that matters, it’s ours. I promise.”
I stayed quiet, staring at him, trying to reconcile the man in front of me with the secret he had carried for mo
