Too Late For Your Regret

Mia was stopped at the school entrance.

Silas Sterling squatted in front of her, his expensive watch peeking out from under his tailored suit sleeve. His tone was as clinical as someone performing a DNA test.

Mia looked up at me. “Mom, this man is saying he’s my father again.”

She took a step back after saying that.

It wasn’t fear.

It was pure distaste.

Silas stood up and looked at me, his lips twitching. “Eloise, Serena can’t conceive. I need this child.”

I gripped Mia’s hand tigh