Chapter 78 He Is The Father

• It was a Thursday afternoon when I first said it out loud. The thought that had been living rent-free in my head for months—growing louder with every matching smile, shared stare, and mirrored frown from my kids—finally slipped past my lips in the middle of a nearly empty university café.
• “I think… my husband might be the father of my kids.”
• Layla froze mid-sip of her cappuccino, her oversized glasses slipping slightly down her nose as she blinked at me like she’d misheard.