Miranda Lee - Her Secret, His Child - A Night, A Secret...A Child / One-Night Love-Child / The French Aristocrat's Baby

‘You were merely adequate.’

Her hands found her hips. ‘Oh, thank you very much.’

‘You can snap and snarl all you like. But I know what I know. Felicity is my daughter.’

‘In that case, how can you explain her birth date, which can also be verified? Felicity was born exactly nine months after our wedding day, ten months after I slept with you that night. Since you’re such a genius, you should be able to do the maths. She couldn’t possibly be your daughter!’

Nicolas had been waiting for this argument to surface.

‘I fell for that argument once before, Serina,’ he retorted, finding calm in the face of her growing hysteria. ‘But not tonight. Bert and Franny also waxed lyrical about how beautiful Felicity looked when she was born. Nothing like their son, who’d been all wrinkly. Not like a newborn at all, Franny said.’

He watched as Serina struggled to find something to say. But failed.

‘She was late being born, wasn’t she?’he charged. ‘Very late.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ she spluttered. ‘No doctor worth his salt would let a mother go that late these days. He would have given me an induction.’

‘The doctor probably didn’t know you were that late. Because you gave him the wrong dates. Now let me guess. You didn’t have an ultrasound during your pregnancy. You made up some excuse about being superstitious about them. Maybe I could ask your mother and verify my suspicions.’

Serina crossed her arms. ‘What you’re saying is just so much rubbish! I don’t know if you’re mad, or just delusional.’

‘If you keep denying it, Serina, I will have a DNA test done and then there will be no further arguments.’

Her arms fell open, as did her mouth. ‘You can’t do that! Not without my permission.’

‘Oh, yes I can. Trust me. All I need is a good lawyer and a court order. Soon, I’ll have what you’ve denied me for twelve years. Proof of my paternity, then access to my daughter.’

‘Don’t do this, Nicolas!’ Serina cried, coming forward to grip the edge of the countertop.

‘Don’t do what?’

‘Don’t destroy your daughter’s life.’

‘So she is my daughter.’

There was a stricken silence from Serina, then a long shuddering sigh as her head drooped. ‘Yes,’ she confessed brokenly. ‘Yes, she’s your daughter!’

Nicolas felt like someone had struck him. It was one thing to suspect something, quite another to hear it from the only person who knew. He was sitting there, stunned, when her head lifted, her eyes flooded with tears.

‘I’m sorry, Nicolas,’ she choked out, ‘so sorry.’

‘She’s sorry,’ he repeated numbly.

‘I never meant to hurt you. I never meant any of it. What I did… it was wrong. But not intentional.’

‘Not intentional,’ he repeated, all the while trying to control the emotions welling up inside him. Not fury so much anymore. In its place was a deep sadness, and a dreadful, dreadful emptiness.

‘By the time I found out I was pregnant,’ she cried, ‘the wedding was upon me and I… I didn’t have the courage to just walk away.’

‘You should have told me,’ he said bleakly.

‘I should have. Yes.’

‘But you didn’t.’

‘No.’

‘You didn’t love me. You loved him.’

Again, she fell silent, shaking her head from side to side.

‘Did you know Harmon couldn’t have kids when you slept with me? Did you do it to give him the child you knew he couldn’t have.’

Nicolas could not deny the shock that filled her face. ‘No! No! I would never do a thing like that. And Greg could have children. I told you. He just had a low sperm count.’

‘If that’s the case, when did you know she was mine?’

‘Oh, God,’ she sobbed, then snatched a handful of tissues from a box on the counter, turning away from him as she blew her nose.

‘I’m waiting for an answer, Serina,’ Nicolas said with barely held patience.

Her sigh was weary, her eyes haunted. ‘I knew all along,’ she confessed. ‘I… I hadn’t slept with Greg during the last couple of months of our engagement. He wanted to make our wedding night special, he said.’

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