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She rolls her eyes. “Yes, your explanation. About what, exactly, Jettson?”
“About the baby.”
Chapter sixty-two
Izzy
November 2025
“About the baby.”
What the hell?
“Why? Is this about the panic attack? Look, I’m okay. I’m truly happy for Via and Ander and their pregnancy. I just—”
“Ourbaby, Izabel,” Jett says, disappointment and aggravation ruminating from him.
My face falls, and immediately, I can feel the color draining from my cheeks.
“O-our...” I attempt to stutter out, but the words refuse to form.
I fucking told him?
He knows?
At that moment, it feels as if I’m being crushed to nothing. However, it’s also like a weight is lifting from my shoulders.So many years.So many years of carrying the burden of that secret around.Alone.
Now, it’s no longer my secret to keep. Relief and fear waft through me simultaneously.
What did I say? Why did I drink so much? What the fuck did I get myself into?
Here I was, moments ago, ogling his dick, and now we’re about to have the conversation we should’ve had eight years ago—the conversation I’ve always dreaded.
Once the truths are all laid out on the table, I know he’ll never forgive me.
While my feelings for him are rising to the surface because, let's be real, they’ve always been there, lying dormant and never fading, I haven’t taken the time to consider this conversation changingeverythingbetween us.
I’m such a fool.
“I. Need. Answers. Izabel.” Jett's voice is dry and angry. I can feel his pain in each slow, calculated word as it forms.
Without putting up a fight, I nod reluctantly and nervously murmur, “Okay.”
Jett's jaw ticks, face morphing into surprise as if taken aback by my compliance.
“Talk,” he demands as his attention shifts to me. Our eyes meet, and the tension in the air between us is thick, making it hard for me to catch my breath.
“What do you want to know?”
Jett scoffs, letting out an incredulous laugh that sounds more like a gasp. “Every. Fucking. Thing.” The words come out slowly and precisely, each one stabbing a bigger hole into my heart at his obvious pain.
Nodding, my eyes drop to the floor, unable to hold his intense gaze any longer.
This is it. This moment holds the power to change everything.
“I found out after... After—”
“After you pushed me away?” His voice is a tad softer now, but the pain... The pain remains, and that guts me.
