For a moment, even Lawrence was stunned by the words that had escaped his mouth. But the cat was already out of the bag, and there was no taking it back. A shallow breath left him, regret and weariness flickering in his eyes.
Lola wasn't his, and he had carried that truth alone all these years. He knew Jasmine must have suspected, judging by the way he treated his daughter with Loren, but he had never said those words aloud to anyone. Maybe it was pride as a man. Maybe anger.
But Lola was not his, and he was certain of it.
Meanwhile, shock crossed Jasmine's face as she covered her lips. Her eyes trembled faintly, but inside, she was smirking.
Of course I know, she thought. I made sure you'd never see her as your own.
