Anthony's pov
Suzan looked like a trapped animal.
Her chest rising and falling like she had ran a thousand miles, and her eyes were wide like the size of saucers.
Her usual fire was there—but it was flickering. Fading beneath the weight of what she knew was coming.
She was running out of lies.
And I was done waiting.
I took a slow step closer, letting the moment stretch. Watching her struggle to maintain her composure was almost satisfying.
Almost.
Because beneath my satisfaction was something darker. Rage.
Five years.
For five years, she had kept him hidden from me. My son.
"You're quiet all of a sudden, sweetheart," I murmured, tilting my head. "It's unlike you."
Her eyes snapped up to mine, blazing in defiance. Good. I wanted a fight.
"You have n
