°Amy’s POV°
The silence pressed down on me, so heavy I thought my chest would split open. Lydia’s words still echoed in the room like a bell that wouldn’t stop ringing.
“Is he the father of your child?”
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. My throat felt full of rocks. My eyes darted to Christian, and for a heartbeat, I saw the same shock mirrored there on his face, the same panic tightening his face.
And then—before I could even open my mouth—he spoke.
“Yes.” His voice was steady, firmer than mine could ever be right now. “The child is mine.”
I blinked, my heart lurching. What?
Christian didn’t stop. He straightened up, his gaze never leaving Lydia’s. “Jeremy’s just a friend,” he added quickly, his tone smooth, like he’d practiced it a thousand times in his head. “It’s me. I’m the f
