Emily's POV

A few months had passed, and I heard that Lia had given birth. It was finally time to end this once and for all.

Sitting by the window, I watched as Drake moved around the courtyard. I could see the worry etched on his face, the anxiety bubbling just beneath the surface. He was afraid—afraid that the results would prove the child was his.

I left the room and headed outside, approaching him slowly. His fear, anger, and hatred were evident in his every movement. I could sense how much this weighed on him.

"Are you going to talk to him?" Nana asked, her voice low in my...