Celeste read the words once. Then twice. The lines were sharp and sterile, the kind of legal phrasing that felt almost laughable if the implications weren’t so explosive.
Claimant alleges Mr. Damien Sinclair engaged in a s****l relationship resulting in conception during the period of October 20XX. The minor, born July 20XY, is allegedly the biological child of the respondent...”
She lowered the phone to her lap, blinking slowly. “Is this real?”
Damien’s jaw was tight. He looked like he hadn’t even processed the shock yet. “It’s filed. Which means it’s been set in motion, even if it’s completely fabricated.”
Celeste stood, pacing the room in tight, tense strides. “And the timing. Just after the interview airs? She waited for you to be humanized again, just so that she could weaponize y
