Logan came home to chaos.
Christian was there. Furious. Holding the medical file.
"You knew," Christian snarled. "You knew the whole time."
Logan went still. His eyes found Elara's. "What's going on?"
She held up the file. "Christian had a vasectomy. Three years ago."
Logan's face went carefully blank. "I can explain—"
"Explain?" Christian moved toward him. "Explain how you let me suffer? Let me hope? Let me think I had a chance?"
"You didn't need to know—"
Christian punched him.
Logan's head snapped back. He stumbled. Caught himself.
"Christian!" Elara moved between them. "Stop!"
"He lied!" Christian's voice broke. "To all of us!"
"I know." She turned to Logan. "I know he did."
Logan touched his bleeding lip. "Elara—"
"Did you know?" Her voice was steel. "About the vasectomy
