Page 100 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

I move toward him. My boots are heavy on the tiled floor and strike a stark contrast between him and me. His head lifts just as I reach the table, and for a second, his face flickers with something—confusion, maybe annoyance.

"Reid," he says, leaning back in his chair. "This is unexpected. I heard you were in town."

I don’t bother sitting down. Instead, I plant my hands on the edge of the table, leaning in just enough to make sure he knows this isn’t a friendly visit. "I'm sure you did, asshole. We need to talk."

Marcus smirks, his eyes narrowing. "I don’t think we do."

"Oh, I think we do," I say evenly, my voice low. "You know exactly why I’m here. Sienna told me everything."

His smirk falters, and his hand tightens around his coffee cup. "Everything? What are you even talking about?"

"About the paternity test," I say, my tone razor-sharp. "About how you forged it. About how you stole five years of my son’s life from me."

Marcus exhales through his nose, his expression hardening. "I don’t know what she told you, but?—"

"Don’t," I cut him off, my voice dropping lower. "Don’t even try to spin this. You lied, Marcus. You manipulated her. You stole something you had no right to take. And now, it’s over."

He sets his coffee down, his jaw tightening. "You think you’re in the clear now? That you can just swoop in and play house? It’s not that simple."

"I’m not here to play house," I say coldly. "I’m here to make sure you understand exactly what happens next. You’re done. No more threats, no more manipulations, no more trying to control Sienna or Ollie. Because if you do, I’ll make damn sure you regret it."

Marcus leans forward, his eyes flashing. "You think you scare me? You’re just some wannabe rockstar who left her behind the first chance you got. I’m the one who’s been there. I’m the one who?—"

"You’re the one who lied," I snap, my fists clenching. He looks at me with a blank stare.

"Oh, you don't know that she knows, do you?" I ask with a smirk. "You just made my day. I'm glad I get to be the one to tell you."

The silence between us is heavy, charged. Marcus glares at me with his jaw ticking but doesn't say anything at first. His original smugness has faded.

"What are you talking about? She knows what?"

The color has now completely drained from his face. He must be figuring it out in real time in front of my eyes. This is amazing.

"She found out about what you did in college. She knows you hacked her phone, changed my number, and blocked my new number. All of that is a crime, by the way. And now she knows you altered the paternity results. Fraud, more criminal acts. You're fucked, Marcus."

"You're insane. And you have no proof."

"You’re going to back off," I say evenly. "You’re going to let Sienna and Ollie move forward without you trying to interfere. Because if you don’t, I’ll take everything you’ve done and make sure it’s laid bare for everyone to see. Your career, your reputation as a law-abiding New York attorney, it’ll all burn."

His face pales, but he forces a sneer. "You think you can threaten me?"

"Try me," I say, my voice steady.

I straighten, pulling back from the table. "And one more thing—Ollie doesn’t know yet. But when he does, you don’t get to dictate how he feels about this. That’s between him and us. Stay out of it."

Marcus doesn’t respond. His silence is more telling than any words could be. I turn and walk away with my shoulders squared and extra pep in my step.

Epilogue

SIENNA

Through every storm, we’ve found our sound

Saturday, February 14

Rosewood Hall

9:45 PM

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