Alex felt a knot in his stomach. Five years. That meant he’d been conceived just before he left her, just as his company was starting to take off and he’d convinced himself he didn’t have time for relationships, that Sofia was a “distraction” on his path to the top. Guilt choked him.
“Is… is it mine?” the question slipped from his lips before he could stop her, though the answer was already seared into his heart.
Sofia straightened up, her eyes fixed on his, without a hint of hesitation. “Yes, Alex. He’s yours.” Her gaze was a mixture of resentment and a deep sadness that broke his heart. “He’s our son.”
He staggered, leaning back against the sofa. “But… why? Why didn’t you tell me anything? Why did you keep it a secret?” Indignation mingled with shock, a defense mechanism to avoid succumbing to the avalanche of emotions.
“Tell you what, Alex?” Sofia replied with a bitter, hollow laugh. “When I told you I thought I was pregnant, what did you say? Do you remember your exact words? ‘Sofia, this is a distraction. I don’t have time for this. My future is in the company, not in diapers and bottles. If it’s true, fix it.’ Do you remember that, Alex? Or does your memory only retain the successes and the millions?”
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