Isabel’s POV
The confession hangs between us, thick and heavy like a storm cloud ready to burst. Roy’s face shifts from confusion to disbelief, and I can feel the gravity of my words pressing down on both of us.
This wasn’t how I wanted it, but the truth was inevitable. He needed to know, and it was better coming from me than having him find out on his own.
I owe Roy so much for everything he’s done for me.
But Alexander King. The name tastes like ash on my tongue, a painful reminder of a past I’ve tried to bury.
Roy’s gaze meets mine, searching for answers. “He’s the father?” His voice is quiet, almost a whisper, as though the words themselves are too heavy to hold. I feel my heart thud painfully in my chest.
I want to reach out, comfort him, but the truth I’ve just laid bare feels
