Chapter 646

Isabella’s POV

I took another sip of wine, letting the bitterness ground me. I needed to pull myself together. I was Isabella. I was smart, resourceful, and ruthless when needed. I wouldn’t let my fears control me.

But even as I tried to convince myself, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that hung over me like a dark cloud. 

The possibility that this child could ruin everything… that he could be the living proof of my lies… it gnawed at me, refusing to let go.

I glanced at him one last time, my chest tightening as he looked up and smiled at me, his dimples deepening, his eyes sparkling with the same mischievous glint I’d seen in Logan a thousand times before.

I tore my gaze away, my heart pounding as I took another gulp of wine, the burn doing little to ease my nerves.

No matter what, I had to find out the truth. If this boy was who I feared he was… then I’d have to take care of him. Just like I took care of his mother.