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And I realized what this was really about.

Not just the baby.

Not just the betrayal.

This was about legacy.

About legitimacy.

About a man who’d spent his entire life building an empire, only to discover that the one thing he wanted most—the one thing heneededmost—might not even be his.

“Amai,” I said softly.

He didn’t respond.

Just stood there, broken, staring out at the water.

And I didn’t know how to fix it.

Didn’t know if itcouldbe fixed.

All I knew was that the man who’d confessed his love for me?—

Was the same man whose entire world had just shattered.

And I was the one who’d delivered the final blow.

Chapter 7

WINSTON

Istood at the window of the master bedroom, looking out over the manicured lawn of the Lakeview estate.

The gardeners were already at work. 7:00 AM, and they were trimming hedges, edging walkways, maintaining the appearance of old money and permanence.

Appearance was everything.

Behind me, Odette shifted in bed.

I heard the rustle of sheets, the soft exhale that meant she was waking up.

“Winston?”

The lupus flare had knocked her down hard this time—fever, joint pain, the kind of exhaustion that made even sitting up feel impossible.

But she was recovering.

Good.

I needed her functional.

“I’m here,” I said without turning around.

More rustling. Then footsteps—slow, careful—as she made her way to the sitting area adjacent to the bedroom.

I turned.

She was wearing her robe, the silk one I’d bought her for Christmas three years ago. Her hair was wrapped. Her face was drawn but alert.