Patrick’s pov ;
The moment Diana slammed the door behind her and stormed into the living room, tears streaming down her face, I knew I was in trouble. Big trouble. I had tried to delay this confrontation for as long as I could, but Asher—damn him—had found a way to stir the pot.
“Tell me the truth, Patrick!” she yelled, her voice trembling with rage and despair. “I deserve to know, and you owe me that much!”
“Diana, calm down,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, even as my chest tightened with panic.
“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!” she snapped, her eyes blazing. “I want to hear it from your mouth. Is Asher your son?”
I had known this day might come, but I had hoped it never would. “Diana, you’re misunderstanding—”
“Don’t!” she cut me off, stepping closer, her face twiste
