I let Ava pull Nathan toward the dance floor before I turned back to Grant. He was still staring after her, the color gone from his face, the smirk long dead on his lips. \u201cIs she mine?\u201d he asked again, quieter now, almost pleading. Melissa stood frozen beside him, and for the first time in five years I saw genuine fear in the woman who had once whispered \u201cI\u2019m sorry\u201d through my front door.<\/p>\n
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I could have made him wait. I could have let him spend the whole evening tormented by the arithmetic. But I had made peace with this story long before Grant ever walked into that reception hall, and I owed him nothing, least of all suspense. \u201cYes, Grant,\u201d I said calmly. \u201cShe\u2019s biologically yours. Four years and three months. Which means you did the math right, and you already know exactly when I got pregnant.\u201d His mouth opened. \u201cBut before you say another word,\u201d I continued, \u201cyou should understand something very clearly about what that word \u2018yours\u2019 actually means now.\u201d And then I told him the truth he had signed away with his own mouth five years earlier.<\/p>\n
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