Ciara wept harder, unable to look him in the eye. She hung her head low in shame, her trembling fingers intertwining.

“Answer me, Ciara... Grayson is not my... son?” Blake asked again, his breath trembling.

But she only cried more.

The silence was all the answer he needed.

His breath became ragged, and a heavy kind of headache hit him that he staggered back as though someone had driven a knife straight through his chest.

“ No..” his lips quivered.

He shook his head with his hands trembling and looked at Ciara with his bloodshot eyes. Gaze filled with disbelief and betrayal.

“ You…slept with my brother?”

Ciara squeezed her...