My millionaire parents abandoned me pregnant at 19 — 7 years later, they begged me for forgiveness.
Then, “Our house?”
“My mother is your mother.”
More silence. I could hear him breathing.
Finally he said, “I always suspected. I never had proof.”
“So it’s true?”
“Yes.” A pause. “I was told I was better off forgotten.”
We met three days later at a quiet restaurant.
I shut my eyes.
He asked, “How old are you?”
“Twenty-six.”
He let out a bitter laugh. “She replaced me fast.”
That was our start.
We met three days later at a quiet restaurant halfway between us. He walked in wearing a dark coat and the expression of a man used to being obeyed. Then he saw me and stopped.
