Page 30 of A Lie so Dangerous and Fragile

“Do you have any jobs I can do around here?”

“I think so. You can help with packaging the flowers if you want, but I’m not sure you will like the pay. My family is barely getting by.”

“I’m okay with whatever you pay.”

“Okay. Call me if you have any questions.” She smiled and walked away.

Wow, that turned out better than I’d expected. Talk about killing two birds with one stone. I stopped at the board outside and took her number, then walked back to the hotel.

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“Where is he?” Tristan asked with a dark look. The veins on his neck were visible, and his jaw pulled tight as he waited for me to say something.

“How didyou …who told you he is yours?” I changed the question quickly, trying not to give him reasons to believe Kayden was his.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Chloe!”

“He is not yours. I told you, I’m married!”

“The hell you are!”

He released me and grabbed my hand. He pulled out the fake wedding ring and threw it across the street. I gasped and glared at him with my hands fisted at my sides.

“Drop the act already. I know the truth. Where is he?”

“He is not yours, Tristan,” I said boldly, standing my ground. My back was hurting from the way he’d held me to the car.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“He is not yours,” I repeated.

He laughed hysterically and shook his head. He brushed his fingers through his messy hair, licking his lower lip. He looked like he hadn’t had any sleep and this new discovery was eating him alive.

“How old is he?”

“None of your business.”

I knew what he was trying to do. I was going to keep this up for as long as I could. I didn’t want him in Kayden’s life. I didn’t want any of them in my baby’s life.

“The trip to Cuba was to hide the truth, wasn’t it? You stayed for almost a year.”

I didn’t give him any reaction. I kept a straight face and said nothing.

But how did he know? Did Ryan escape?

“Where are you keeping him?” he asked, stepping closer to me.

I took a step back till my back hit the car.

“Why do you think he is your son? Maybe I met someone in Cuba. Maybe we had a night of wild and passionate sex, and maybe I ended up pregnant. He is not yours, Tristan,” I said.

“We have the same birthmark. I saw it beneath his ear at the park,” he pointed out.

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