Page 99 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

Sienna’s voice is soft and steady. "It means you’re his father, Callum. That’s all it means. It’s big, but it’s simple. The question of how we deal with it, that I don't know."

Simple. Nothing about this feels simple.

I take a shaky breath, leaning back against the seat. The reality presses down like a weight I didn’t even know I’d been carrying. For years, I’ve been chasing music, chasing the dream, afraid of what it would mean if I failed. And now I’ve got something—someone—so much bigger than that.

A son.

My throat tightens, and I glance at her, my voice raw. "Does he know? Have you told him?"

She shakes her head, her expression softening. "Of course not. You're the first person I've told. I haven't even called the attorney. I needed you to know before we figure out where we go from here."

I nod, running a hand through my hair as the pieces start falling into place. Anger bubbles beneath the surface—not at her, but at Marcus. At the years lost, the lies that stole what should’ve been mine. Sienna and our child.

"He stole this," I say finally, my voice low and uneven. "He didn’t just lie—he took everything. He made me miss out on you and the first five years of my son’s life."

Sienna’s hand tightens on mine. Her eyes glisten with tears. "I’m so sorry, Callum. I should’ve questioned it, but I didn’t. I trusted him, and?—"

"Hey," I interrupt, my voice steadying as I look at her. "This isn’t on you. None of it. You were doing the best you could, and so was I. He’s the one who’s going to pay for this."

She nods, but her expression is still clouded. "This changes everything, doesn’t it?"

"It changes some things," I say, my voice softening. "But not the most important part. You, me, Ollie—that hasn’t changed. It’s just clearer now. And without Marcus's interference."

Her lips tremble as she presses them together, and I see the conflict in her eyes. "What do we do next? Legally, practically... emotionally?"

"I’m not going to do anything stupid," I say quickly, my voice steady. "But he needs to know that I know. And he needs to understand that his control ends here."

Her hand tightens on mine, and for a moment, the air between us feels heavy with everything we’ve lost and everything we stand to gain.

I exhale, the weight of the unknown settling heavily between us. "We figure it out. Together. One step at a time. And we start by telling Ollie the truth when the time’s right."

She nods slowly, her fingers lacing through mine. "I love you," she whispers.

"I love you, too," I say, pulling her close. "And I love him. We’ll make this work, Sienna. No matter what it takes."

"I’m scared, Callum. Not of Marcus, but of what all this means. For us. For Ollie. Is this too much for you?"

I squeeze her hand, meeting her gaze. "It means I’m all in. With you. With Ollie. No matter what. And, no, it isn't too much."

She exhales, a hint of relief breaking through her fear. "I don’t know how this will work. Your career, the travel, the media attention, everything. Finding out about a surprise baby isn't probably what your PR team had in mind."

I nod slowly. "Probably not. But it's real. Remember what you told me—that's what I have: realness."

Her lips curve into a small, hesitant smile. "Then we’ll figure it out. Together."

"Yeah," I say, pulling her close again. "We will."

Monday,April 21

Sant Ambroeus Cafe Bar

540 Park Avenue

10:10 AM

Marcus is easy to find.Too easy. I called his office and his paralegal told me where to find him.

The upscale café he’s chosen is the kind of place where he probably thinks he blends in—buttoned-up, polished, unbothered. But as I step inside, scanning the tables, my gaze locks on him instantly. He’s sitting near the window, stirring his coffee like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

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