DAMON'S POV
I stood frozen on the stairs as Sharon’s words echoed in my head.
“A… daughter?”
She looked desperate, her eyes pleading for me to believe her. “Yes. She’s ours. I had her while I was held captive. I never got the chance to tell you.”
The silence between us stretched on, thick and suffocating. I didn’t know whether to scream, question her, or run upstairs.
When I finally broke the silence, I returned to stand in front of her. “Do you think you can make me believe you by telling me yet another lie that we have a kid together?” I raged.
Her face twisted in pain as I shook her shoulders. “No, Damon. She’s your child,” She cried, “Please, let go of my shoulders. You’re hurting me.”
I hesitated for a moment, and then released her, my anger boiling just below the surface.
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