Mag-log inJONATHAN'S POV I read the message three more times, as if repetition might change what it said. Congratulations on the good news, Mr. Clarkson. It's a shame it won't matter once everyone learns whose child you really buried three months ago. "That doesn't make sense," Anna said, her voice thin and fast, the words tripping over each other. "Lucas is buried. Everyone knows that. There's no secret there, there's nothing to learn" "Unless they're not talking about Lucas," I said quietly, and watched her go still beside me as the other possibility landed. Rose. Rose's funeral had been small, quiet, deliberately kept out of the press at my own family's insistence, a decision I had made at the time out of some tangled mixture of guilt and damage control that I hadn't examined too closely. Now it sat there in front of me looking like exactly the kind of thing someone could twist into a headline. "They're threatening to make it look like we hid something," I said, standing so abruptly th
JONATHAN'S POV "The DNA analysis is conclusive," Doctor Reyes said again, as if repeating it might soften whatever came next, "and it confirms that you, Mr. Clarkson, are the biological father." For a moment the words did not land at all. They simply hung there in the space between the laptop screen and where Anna and I sat pressed together on the study couch, too large and too important to fit into my head all at once. Then Anna made a sound beside me, something between a laugh and a sob, and her hand tightened around mine hard enough that I felt my own pulse answer hers, and only then did the sentence actually arrive. Mine. The baby was mine. "I'll send the full report to your physician for your records," Doctor Reyes continued, her voice gentling now that the hardest part was behind her, "but I wanted you both to hear the headline result directly from me, given everything surrounding this pregnancy. Congratulations." I do not remember exactly what I said back to her. Somethin
JONATHAN'S POV Doctor Reyes answered on the first ring, her voice sharpening with concern the moment I explained why I was calling so late. I had rehearsed the explanation twice in my head before dialing, wanting to sound calm and rational rather than the barely controlled panic actually driving me, though I suspected the strain in my voice gave me away regardless of how carefully I chose my words. Some part of me had known, the moment Anna showed me that message, that this call could not possibly wait until morning. "I need to check something immediately," she said, and I heard her moving, a door closing somewhere on her end of the line. "Give me a few minutes." The minutes that followed stretched unbearably, Anna pacing the length of my study while I sat frozen at my desk, both of us unable to speak, unable to do anything except wait for a callback that felt like it took considerably longer than any reasonable few minutes should have. She called back within the hour, her v
ANNA'S POVThe story broke exactly as Marcus predicted, splashed across three major outlets by mid morning, my name and Lucas's tangled together in headlines cruel enough that I made myself stop reading after the third one.I had made the mistake of checking my phone before fully waking, and the words assembled themselves before I could brace for their impact, phrases like scandalous secret and grieving widow's affair arranged in ways designed to extract maximum outrage from anyone scrolling past them without context.Every comment beneath the articles seemed to compete for cruelty, strangers who knew nothing of grief or love or the particular chaos of surviving a year like this one, confidently declaring judgments about my character based on three paragraphs of speculation dressed up as legitimate journalism.Jonathan's mother called before eight, her voice tight with the particular fury she reserved for public embarrassment, though beneath the anger I caught something softer, genuin
JONATHAN'S POVI answered on the third ring, my heart already pounding before Doctor Reyes said a single word. Something about the timing itself, so far outside the window we had discussed, told me this was not a routine follow up call at all."Mr. Clarkson, I do apologize for calling outside our scheduled window. Some bloodwork from Anna's last visit came back with results I would prefer to discuss in person rather than over the phone. Nothing necessarily alarming, but I would feel more comfortable if you both came in this evening for a proper ultrasound.""What kind of results?""Elevated markers that can indicate several possible things, most of them entirely manageable. I do not want to speculate further until we have imaging in front of us. Can you come in within the hour?"I told him we could, and ended the call to find Anna already standing, her face pale, the earlier warmth between us replaced instantly by the same cold dread I felt spreading through my own chest."What is it?
JONATHAN'S POVI did not sleep the night Anna told me. I sat in my study long after she went upstairs, staring at the same page of quarterly reports without absorbing a single figure on it, my mind circling the same impossible arithmetic she had already handed me.The house grew quieter as the hours passed, the ordinary sounds of staff settling for the night fading into silence, until it was only me and the lamp on my desk and a math problem that refused to resolve itself no matter how many times I ran through it. Six weeks. Before the funeral. Before everything.I understood, somewhere beneath the noise of my own thoughts, that anger would accomplish nothing useful here. Anna had not chosen this uncertainty any more than I had. Whatever this pregnancy turned out to be, punishing her for circumstances neither of us controlled would only compound damage we had already spent weeks trying to repair.I called my own doctor first thing the following morning, arranging the earliest availabl
JONATHAN'S POV My phone beeped indicating that I have a message. I took my phone to check it. Going through the message, what I read took me by surprise. So, she is related to the manager. A lot of questions has been roaming in my head concerning the incident that day. I told lucas to investigate
ANNA'S POV.He cupped my face in his palm and kissed me deeply just like a person who is in love. The kiss was slow and tender not as rough as he used to have it. He took his time to suckle my lower lips, licking the lipgloss I applied. At first, I didn't respond but later on, I reciprocated the kiss
LUCAS POV. I grinned like a child heading out of Jonathan's study room. Not entirely because of my joke to get Anna to hear my voice but because of the location of their honeymoon. I typed on my phone, taking slow steps along the passages that led to Jonathan's bedroom. I clicked send and smiled bro
JONATHAN POVI searched all over the house for Anna but couldn't find her. I asked the maid and I was told she went out. I should have been less concerned but for unknown reasons, I was angry that I didn't find her at home.The thought of her going to see another man came to my mind. I don't know why







