He’d come because he believed he’d finally found proof that marrying Cole had been a mistake.
“I need to talk to your husband,” he said.
Cole stepped into the hallway, calm as ever.
My father wasted no time with his accusations.
He’d finally found proof that marrying Cole had been a mistake.
“I saw you,” he said. “Outside County Hospital. You were holding hands with a little boy.”
The air in the room seemed to thin.
“I’ve done my reading, Cole,” my father continued. “I know about your past. The touring, the friends you kept, the years nobody could account for.”
I expected Cole to ask what Dad was talking about.
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Instead, he went completely still, and that frightened me more than the accusation.
“I know about your past.”
Cole’s face gave away nothing.
“Dad, stop,” I said. “Whatever you think you saw—”
“I know what I saw,” he snapped. “Is he yours, Cole? A son from before her? Some woman you never mentioned?”
My stomach turned to stone.
“Is he yours, Cole? A son from before her?”
“That’s insane,” I whispered.