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Something was wrong, I could sense it. Judging by the way that Stefan tensed, I could tell that he was on edge as well. What was going on?

We made our way toward through apartment, my hand gripping Stefan’s the whole way.

When we entered the library, we saw that Konstantin wasn’t alone.

There were two people with him. One was a boy who was playing on his iPad, his attention fully focused on some kind of game that I could see reflected in his pale green eyes. Vaguely familiar eyes. He looked to be around seven or eight years old.

But it was the sight of the woman that made Stefan go still at my side.

I looked at her, at the way she looked at Stefan.

She was beautiful—there was no denying that—and she was beautiful in that particular way that KZM models were beautiful. Tall and leggy, with long, shining black hair and striking eyes that were a stormy shade of blue-green that was rare in someone with her coloring.

I’d never seen her before, but I could tell by the tension in the room that she was someone important.

Glancing at my father-in-law, I took in the way he was standing in the middle of it all, a drink in his hand and a triumphant, cruel sneer on his face. It was that expression that had my stomach sinking to the floor. He had planned all this, and even though I still didn’t know exactly whatthiswas, I could tell it wasn’t good. Was this one of the models that Stefan had helped to escape? Had she betrayed him, or been caught? If Konstantin was onto Stefan, our plan was dead in the water. Before he could ever bring the feds the bulk of the evidence against his father.

My heart was hammering in my chest, and I didn’t know what to say or do.

Finally, someone spoke first. It was the woman.

“Stefan,” she said, her voice like a whisper. She was staring at my husband with tears in her eyes.

“Anja,” he said, his eyes fixated on her.

Realizing who she was made me feel like the floor was tilting beneath my feet. This was Anja Borjan. The model Stefan had fallen in love with when he was seventeen. The model who had disappeared after Konstantin discovered that his son wanted to marry her.

Stefan’s gaze shifted and I followed it to the boy sitting on the couch. The boy who was still so engrossed in his video game that he didn’t even bother to look up. Stefan’s eyes moved back to Anja’s and she nodded.

“He’s yours,” she said, so quietly that the boy didn’t even hear her. “Your son.”

I heard the gasp that came out of me as my entire world shattered.

My knees went weak. I felt Stefan’s hand tighten around mine, but he said nothing. How could he? What could he say? Just when our lives were finally beginning to come together—when we had finally found the love and trust and connection we’d been seeking—the woman who Stefan had loved, who he had been searching for all these years, was back.

And she was the mother of his child.

Stefan had a child.

He now had an impossible choice. Would this tear us apart? Would he choose a life with Anja and his son? Or me?

Everything was about to change.