CHAPTER 8

Arabel's POV

Dampness forms beneath my arms at the question. It makes me wonder if he is seeing underneath the pretences and how many doubts he has about me being Arabel.

He looks a bit upset. Perhaps upset that I am pretending to be someone else.

Last time I checked, the one who was used and dumped like a piece of rag was me and I am the one who has every single right to be upset, mad, infuriated and angry.

He has no right to be.

I never thought I would see him again. Not after all these years when he doesn't even know he has a child with me. I was hoping it would be a secret I would keep till the very end.

Just when I was healing. Just when I was getting to forget about his existence even though Daisy reminds me so much of him, he showed up.

If Daisy had been a boy, he would have been a carbon copy of his father. For a second, I am grateful for that. Daisy looks more like me but she has her father's eyes and hair.

Blonde hair. Blue eyes.

His eyes are staring intensely into mine, the