That's Damien! The father of my child. The escort I hired randomly. That's him! No doubt about that.
All these days and he just played me. Why? Why pretend to be a boytoy of a married woman? Emma’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling as she backed away from the stage lights, her pulse roaring in her ears. Every instinct in her only screamed one thing— get out of here— right now.
“Mommy, you were awesome!” Ethan’s excited claps broke through her daze.
Emma forced a shaky smile, bending down to scoop him into her arms.
“Not now, baby. We gotta leave,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she hurried down the corridor.
Her heels caught the edge of her gown once, twice — she stumbled but didn’t stop, clutching Ethan close as if he were her anchor in a storm she couldn’t contro
