“What do you mean by that? Are you saying… the child Raellyn carries is mine?”
Arsene stared at his wife, disbelief crashing over him like a tidal wave. Of all the accusations she had hurled at him, this one was the most absurd, the most vicious and yet it cut the deepest.
He had gone to Arnav’s house with only one intention: to lay the past to rest. He wanted the doors of their old sins to finally close, to give them both a chance to move forward into a life untainted by shadows. He knew he had sinned against her once, in a way no apology could ever mend. He had betrayed her trust, had been unfaithful. And yet, the only reason he had clawed his way back to her side was because of her pregnancy, because of the fragile hope that life had given them a second chance.
And now… this.
The wo
