Chapter 7

Benjamin went to the private investigator’s office, where the screen showed surveillance footage from his family’s mansion.

“Mr. Shane, I’ve carefully reviewed your wife’s movements and the comings and goings at the mansion over the past month. It seems that the child is–”

Benjamin’s anger flared. “Whose child is it? Tell me.”

“It’s yours.” The investigator hesitated, looking uncomfortable. “The surveillance footage from the last six months shows you haven’t been home at all, and when you did come, it was just for a brief stay. But on one particular night two months ago, you stayed home the entire evening. That’s right around the time your wife was pregnant.”

Benjamin felt his legs buckle and staggered back. “You’re saying… it’s my child? No, that can’t be!”

He checked the date, then called his assistant, only to learn that the date in question was marked as a personal trip. The assistant had dropped him off at a bar and then gone home.

Benjamin’s memory started to come back. He