Chapter 671

Jason’s POV

Even though Little Jason wasn’t mine by blood, even though I had taken him from Layla, I loved him. I loved him like my own son. He was my family.

I thought about how he called me “Daddy,” how he looked up to me, how he ran to me every time he was scared or hurt. He trusted me. He depended on me.

I couldn’t lose him. I wouldn’t survive it.

I swallowed hard, pushing the fear down, forcing myself to breathe. I had to be strong. I had to protect him. I had to protect Layla.

No matter what.

I wouldn’t let Logan find out. I wouldn’t let Isabella figure out the truth. I’d keep them safe. I’d keep them with me.

Even if it meant lying. Even if it meant doing terrible things.

I had no choice.

I couldn’t change the past, but I could protect my future. My family.

I straightened up, wiping my face. I had to get a grip. I couldn’t fall apart. Not now. Not when everything was on the line.

But even as I