Chapter 8

"Kylian..." My lips mumbled his name and I froze instantly. His piercing gaze like that of seven years back. I curled my thumbs into fist as I watched the hate that was visible in his eyes, and slowly he wobbled his head.

"I guess you've become used to it, telling lies every time. Your dead son, he was my mine?" He scoffed and his eyes lowered and his lips tightened.

When he looked up, he walked pass me and opened the door.

Walking straight to where my son was lying.

"He isn't yours Kylian..." I said to him as I walk closer to where he was standing.

As if he had sensed my gaze, holding his phone in one hand and the glamor of a pampered face he cast a glare at me,

"Is he truly noy mine?"

I wobbled my head gently, before parting my lips to answer, "He isn't yours."

Tears dripped from the corners of my eyes as my gaze mellowed.

Kylian looked stunned. He extended his hands forward at me and said, "Then where is my son?"