And suddenly, I realized the twins weren’t the biggest secret Tessa had been hiding from me.
Because at the bottom of the page was a handwritten note:
“If Rowan ever discovers the truth, make sure he never learns what happened to the third baby.”…
The words on that final page blurred before my eyes. The third baby.
My breath caught in my chest, a suffocating weight crushing my lungs. Maren hadn’t just given birth to twins. She had been pregnant with triplets.
I looked up at the investigator, my vision sharp with a dangerous, quiet rage. I grabbed him by the collar, pulling him across the desk. “Where is the third child?” I whispered, my voice shaking the air between us.
The man swallowed hard, his face pale as paper. “I don’t know, Rowan! I swear! Tessa handles the medical staff at the clinic. She paid them to declare the third baby stillborn on the official records, but… but the witness statement says the child was healthy. Tessa took the baby.”
I let go of him, my mind spinning into a dark abyss. Tessa had my child.
She had stolen a piece of my soul, framed my wife, and was currently living in my home, pretending to be a loving fiancée.
I didn’t head home to confront her. Not yet. A tactical beast had woken up inside me. If I showed my hand now, she could hide the baby forever.
