MainNovelChapter 76 ~ Knocked out
ALEX
TALK ABOUT A SHITTY DAY!
My mood was already sour from the fight | had with Mum on my way to work. She
wants to give half of my wealth to Athena.
Fucking half!
To a fucking murderer and cheater!
As if that wasn't crazy enough, Athena had to summon Ethan Sinclair.
How the fuck does she even know him?
Did they have a little reunion of meet and greet?
Let's meet each other's relatives dinner?
I don't even think I've ever had a conversation with the Sinclairs. I've known about them but not been interested
enough to speak to any of them... well...until
Zayan.
Just the thought of those two scheming has my heart twisting in anger!
Promising each other marriage?
| almost laugh at the audacity!
She dared.
She actually dared to bring another man, Ethan Sinclair of all people! into my office to demand her
reinstatement, to demand Zayan's reinstatement.
She didn't cbegging or pleading.
No, she walked in here like she had skind of right, like she wasn't the one who ruined everything.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd for what? To work beside her lover? To be with him freely, without shame?
My jaw clenches so hard it aches. She just confirmed everything I've ever believed. That she's a liar.
A cheater.
Show her Rayen's grave? Over my dead body!
And Ethan-
My fingers crumple the edges of the envelope. The smug bastard dug into my past, into my weakness. He had
no right. None. The only person who knew the truth was lan and Leah.
Leah would never betrayso it has to be lan.
A bitter laugh escapesas | stare at the desk, a hollow ache blooming in my chest.
He soldout.
My heart pounds. | can already hear the whispers that will spread if this leaks. The board will question my
capability. My rivals will seeas weak. And worst of all?
Nana will know.
My Mum.
Dad.
This will be a mess. That's why | gave In.
Not that lan won't hear from me.
I'm tempted to slam my fist against the desk, but | hold back.
Because standing in front ofis Leah.
My gaze flickers to where she stands, barely inside my office, clutching a child in her arms.
"Alex, you didn't return my calls."
"I've been busy."
A look of hurt passes through her eyes.
But I'm honestly not in the mood and she's better off without me.
Leah shifts on her feet, tightening her grip on the baby as if drawing strength from
the small, fragile body.
Her lips part, hesitation flickering in her eyes.
"You don't have to pushaway,”
she finally says, her voice softer now, more careful. "I don't know what has been making you tick lately, but I'm
back now, Alex. You
can't keep shuttingout
| exhale sharply, running a hand through my hair. | don't have the patience for this.
Not today.
"I'm not shutting you out, Leah. I'm dealing with a fucking disaster."
Her gaze hardens. "Is it Athena?"
That name. Again.
Something insidesnaps.
| push off my chair, my palms slamming down on the desk. Leah flinches, but she doesn't step back.
"You think I give a damn about Athena?" | grit out. "She's nothing to me. Nothing."
Leah studiesfor a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she takes
a deep breath and glances down at the baby in her arms.
"You say that," she murmurs, rocking the child gently, "but your actions say otherwise."
| scoff, shaking my head. "I don't have tfor this, Leah."
But before | can turn away, she speaks again, her voice quieter this time.
"Aren't you going to askabout the child I'm holding?"
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That gets my attention.
I've been so angry | hadn't stopped to think about that.
I've known Leah all my life, children are the least of her favourite. But as | look at her holding the child, she's so
t and careful.
It almost looks like...
She is the mother.
Which is ridiculous!
"How old is this child?" | find myself asking.
"Three months."
"He's yours?"
Leah looks at me.
The air in the room stills.
My heart pounds against my ribs as | stare at the tiny bundle in Leah's arms. The baby shifts slightly, his small
face scrunching up in sleep, and my stomach twists violently.
Green eyes. My jade green eyes.
But the black hair throwsoff for a second, until | notice the shape of his nose. The sas mine.
No.
My breath catches.
No.
My hands grip the edge of my desk as | force my gaze back to Leah. "Leah," my voice is low, almost a growl,
"whose child is this?"
She doesn't answer right away. Instead, she takes slow, hesitant steps toward me, tears falling down her cheeks.
"I didn't want you to find out like this," she whispers. “But | couldn't keep it from you anymore."
The baby stirs, his tiny fingers curling into a fist against Leah's shirt.
"This is our child, Alex," she says, voice trembling. "You and I... we made a baby."
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