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COLE'S POV

AT this point there was nothing to say or dispute, the woman I could as well call my mistress was carrying my child, and right in my hands was the proof.

Sometimes words clutter a space in your mind that was filled up with the truth and all you are left with is to admit it to yourself.

This was certainly a time like that —A time that I had to admit that I had to come to terms with the decision she was asking of me.

I sat out there by the pool side of my costly home, numbly watching the night and sipping from a bottle that was half filled.

The funny thing about moments like this was that it happened just once and when you least expected it .

One slip up—You are gone and trapped into the absolute mess it came with.

I gulped down each drop of Martini with a thought wondering what would have happened if she

Eliza hadn’t made an appearance in the house that day or perhaps even better if I had not let myself be cajoled by deception.

It was like giving vague statements of what if