As the room fell silent, Adrianne's face twisted with fury. Her grip on the bouquet tightened until her knuckles turned white, her voice sharp and dripping with contempt. "How dare you!" she spat. "You deceitful little liar, you’ve been toying with us all along!"
But Harrison wasn’t even looking at her. His gaze was fixed on me, his face pale and full of disbelief. "Emma," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the silence in the room. "Is he... is he really mine?"
My throat felt tight, but I managed a shaky nod, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Yes," I whispered. "Ethan is your son."
The room erupted in gasps and murmurs. Adrianne let out a strangled scream, throwing her bouquet at me in rage. The flowers scattered across the polished floor, a few thorny stems catching on my dress.
