“Listen, Savanna,” Damien said firmly, his tone cold enough to cut through the air. “I don’t know what you’re on about, but that’s my wife in the guest room, right there with my son.”
Savanna’s jaw tightened, but she forced a trembling smile. “But she doesn’t even remember you, Damien,” she said softly, stepping closer, her voice dripping with fake sympathy.
“Hold on.” Damien’s eyes darkened, his voice dropped lower. “Don’t come any closer.”
Savanna froze, her lips parting slightly. “Damien, honey, please… just think about what I’ve said,” she whispered, ignoring his warning. “I love you. I’m ready to give that same love to Lucas too. I love that boy like he’s my own.”
Damien ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled sharply, trying to control the anger boiling in his chest. “Savann
