After my wife d!ed, I rejected her son because he wasn’t mine

The phone almost slipped from my hand.
The name — Ethan — echoed through my mind like a sound that resonated through the years.

For a moment, I thought it was a cruel joke. But the voice on the other end sounded too calm, too confident.

“What did he say?” I asked, my throat dry.

—Ethan Kapoor. He personally requested that you be present. He said there would be no exhibition without you.

I couldn’t answer. I just hung up, trembling.

I couldn’t sleep all night.