“He said what?” Diya exclaimed in a tone of disbelief.

“He offered to take over eighty per cent, Diya. That was his most generous offer to me for hiding his son from him for over four years.” I answered, watching her pace around my room as if it were her world that had just caught fire.

As soon as I left the restaurant, I called Diya because I felt trapped and couldn’t go home. It was past ten at night, but she answered the call, and when I told her where I was, she came to get me.

I couldn’t even call and tell Daniel anything because I didn’t know...