ns were doing well. They were my everything now. I needed to see them, to feel

ake and Chelsea. My heart stopped. He was gently supporting her, his hand restin

the one that tore him away from our fake anniversary dinner. He wa

n was so intense, I thought I might collapse. I quickly ducked beh

ind them. I heard hushed voices, then a familiar male voice. It

ant this, Drake?" Franklin

iate, firm, absolute. "Y

d over me. He wanted this.

Franklin asked, his

ow and deliberate. "Kaitlyn... she can't h

known about my success for

ntinued, his voice regaining its usual confiden

ginable blows. He wanted me to raise his child with another woman. He wa

ed. A scream clawed its way up my throat, but I bit it back, clamping a hand ov

was so deep, so absolute, it defied comprehension. This was not a moment o

, my complicity, my silence. And now, he wan