…and they widened in disbelief. The color drained from his face, and for a moment, the confident façade he had always worn crumbled. “Is he…?” David stammered, unable to form the full question, his eyes darting between Alex and me.
I held my head high, matching their uncertainty with unyielding resolve. “Yes, David,” I said, my voice steady. “Alex is our son.”
Gasps resonated around us, whispers spreading like wildfire through the gathering. This was the revelation that would turn the night on its head. I wasn’t just the ex-wife, not just a ghost of David’s past—no, I was the mother of his child. A truth I had kept close to my heart, away from the meddling gaze of the Lancaster family, until now.
