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“I know what you’re getting at, but this isn’t the time or the place.”

“Hold up.” I could feel the anger rising in my gut as I pushed, “Are you saying he’s mine?”

I felt like my world was shattering at my feet. I loved Londyn. I couldn’t believe that she would keep my son from me. The thought had me feeling a tumultuous mix of anger, sadness, and confusion, leaving me questioning not only Londyn's actions but the trust I’d placed in our relationship.

Sensing that I was about to lose it, she stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind her. Her cheeks were flushed as she explained, “I tried to tell you so many times.”

“And when was that?” I roared.

“I was going to tell you that day, but I didn’t want to interrupt your good time with Candace.” She crossed her arms as she sassed, “And all those times I came to the clubhouse but got turned away because you didn’t want to see me. Or how about the letters? Did you even bother to read them?”

The knowledge that we had a four-year-old son, a piece of our shared existence that had been hidden from me, was like a dagger to the heart. The fact that I’d had a part to play in this information being kept from me made it hurt that much more, but I wasn’t about to let her know that. I wasn’t a fool. There were other ways she could’ve gotten the news to me.

My tone was angrier than I intended as I spat, “So, this is all my fault. I’m the reason you didn’t tell me that we had a son!”

“Well?”

“That’s bullshit, Londyn!”

The words had barely left my mouth when the front door opened, and Jackson peeked his head out. “Is everything okay out here?”

“It’s fine, Jackson.”

“Are you sure? Cause there are some pretty big ears in here, and they’re getting a little worried.”

“I won’t be much longer.”

“Okay. Holler if you need me.”

Once he’d closed the door, Londyn turned her attention back to me. “Look, I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be. But you have to understand my situation. I was in a really bad spot. I didn’t want to ruin your life or make things harder on myself. I had to do what I had to do.”

I just stared at her, still trying to process what she was saying, then muttered, “You did what you had to do, huh?”

“You know how I felt about you, Malcomb. I told you over and over that I loved you, and I wanted to be with you. But you didn’t feel the same.”

I clenched my fists, trying to control my anger. “You don’t get to blame me for the decisions you made. This isn’t all on me. You’re the one who chose to keep our son a secret from me. You could’ve told me at any point in the last five years.”

“I did tell you. Did you even read my letters?” When I didn’t immediately answer, she grumbled, “Of course, you didn’t!”

“Would it have really mattered?”

“I don’t know.” Rage filled her eyes as she snapped, “Why don’t you read them and find out.”

She turned and started up the steps, and when she reached for the doorknob, I shouted, “Londyn, wait! This conversation isn’t over.”

“Oh, it’s over. Just like we’re over! It just took me until now to see it.” She opened the door, and as she stepped inside, she said, “Goodbye, Malcomb.”

With that, she closed the door and disappeared into the house, leaving me completely dumbfounded.

Fuck.

There was no way around it.

I was absolutely, positively screwed, and I’d done it to myself.

Now, I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do about it.

CHAPTER14

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