Audrey's POV:
Logan had gone out to buy mango sticky rice for Milo and me.
I was sheltering from the rain at the guesthouse, holding Milo in my arms.
The moment I heard that voice, my foot slipped.
I nearly fell on the rain-slick floor.
Sensing the tension in me, Milo tightened his little hands around my collar and called out in his babyish voice, "Mommy."
I turned around.
And saw Tristan.
His face was still covered in stubble, and exhaustion was written all over his eyes.
He looked nothing like the man I had known three years ago.
Tristan's gaze fell on Milo.
The joy that had flashed across his face when he first saw me instantly turned into disbelief.
He struggled to get the words out.
"Is he… my son?"
"He has nothing to do with you!" I cut him off.
"Leave. I don't want to
