Amira's POV

It took him five years to finally allow me to hear my own son's voice. At this point, I didn't know what to feel; the emotions coursing through me were overwhelming, and I looked at Chloe for confirmation that I wasn't dreaming. As the room began to spin in circles, my hands shot out to clutch Chloe.

"Get a hold of yourself, Amira, you can't show weakness," Chloe gently whispered as she sat me down on the bed.

When I thought about my son being with that devil's son, my eyes flitted over to her and tears streamed down my cheeks. For a while, it was quiet, with...