Your Secret Son Is Not Yours
Language: en
Just before his college acceptance dinner was about to start, my son turned to me, his tone incredibly casual. "You know, Dad and Aunt Gillian never actually broke up. They’ve been sleeping together for years. I’m the one who covered for them." He offered a small, smug smile. "Even Gillian said she owes half the credit for her third pregnancy to me." I froze, the blood rushing out of my face. My voice shook so violently I could barely form the words. "Why... why would you do that?" Wyatt rolled his eyes, his expression shifting to one of sheer impatience. "Why else? What man doesn't like…