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Kylie is studying me with furrowed brows.

“Kylie, I’m telling you, I never received this email. I can’t find anything in my emails from you. I never saw this. How can you sit there and tell me I knew something when I never received this email?”

I understand why she had to use my email. I was so hurt I blocked her on everything else. I never did with my email because I never gave it to her.

She sits next to me and fiddles on her phone again.

Damn, she smells good.

Focus.

She hands me her phone, and there’s another email. This one is from me, and it infuriates me.

This can’t be fucking right.

I stand, pissed.What the ever-loving fuck?I never wrote her an email saying I didn’t want this child and was willing to pay her. I was fucked up and drinking a lot at that time, but I didn’t receive her email, and I sure as fuck didn’t write this.

What is going on?I’m so confused. I run my hands through my hair, trying to understand what is happening here.

Some of my anger deflates when I realize she did try to tell me, and she believed I turned them away. Yes, I was angry with her, but I would not have abandoned my child.

If it’s your child, I think. There’s still the whole Nash situation to talk about.

Taking a closer look at the email, I notice something I didn’t see the first time.

It’s not my correct email. Close but not quite.

“I didn’t write you this email. This address isn’t correct. I’m LeoKnight, not LKnight.”

Her eyes widen. “What? I mean, how could that be?”

Pulling up my company email, I show her the difference. The email that supposedly was sent from me is slightly off. She places her heart over her chest and gasps.

“What is going on? If you didn’t write this, then who did? And who deposited money into my account?”

“No fucking clue, but I’ll find out. But you should know, that money didn’t come from me.”

She nods. “Then what’s going on? I thought that email was from you.” She’s just as confused as me. It’s clearly written on her stunning face.

“I wish I knew.” Nothing makes sense.

I sit down beside her, and we stay silent, too shocked at this turn of events.

Eventually, I steer the conversation back to Riley. “I would like to meet Riley. I have the right to meet her.” It’s not a question.If she is mine, I’ll see her.

“Leo, I would never have kept her from you. You’re telling me you didn’t do this, and from what you’ve shown me, you didn’t send that email.” She shakes her head. “I truly believed you didn’t want her.”

“Mommy?” a small voice calls out.

A little girl with long, wavy black hair in a summer dress stands there, staring at me. A little girl with my eyes.

I don’t need a DNA test to tell me what I know in my gut. She’s mine. Riley is my daughter. I see it. Hell, Ifeelit.This sweet little girl is mine.I stand up but nearly fall down again since my knees feel like they’re about to give out. My world has literally been thrown off its axis.

Riley cautiously inches toward me, stopping when she reaches me. She tilts her head to the side and stares quietly at me as if analyzing me. Then she smiles. “Daddy?”

Fuck yes. I’m this sweet little girl’s daddy.I allow this to sink in as I kneel in front of my beautiful little princess.

ChapterThirty-One

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