Chapter 93

The room was thick with silence after Jessamine’s words.

The weight of truth hung between them — sharp, undeniable, and merciless.

Cormac’s jaw clenched, the tendons in his neck flexing as he struggled to hold himself together. His usually commanding voice cracked when he finally spoke.

“I was not given a chance to be his father, Jessamine.” His voice trembled with restrained anguish. “I was not