Freddy’s POV

I had spent two years trying to erase her from my mind.

Two years convincing myself that letting her go was the right thing to do.

But now, as I stood in her bedroom, staring at the woman who had kept my son from me, I realized one thing—

I had been a fool.

She was mine.

She had always been mine.

And she had no right to take my son away from me.

I had spent years surviving betrayals.

Enemies had stabbed me in the back, men I trusted had turned against me, and I had buried every last one of them without hesitation.

But this?

This...