#Chapter 113: One Last Time

Kayla Nicholas wrapped his arm firmly around my shoulders and guided me away from the reporters, ignoring their calls and follow-up questions. In a low voice, he told Marcus—who had just walked up to us—to take me home. I didn’t argue, didn’t even look at him as I climbed into the car. “My wedding with Kayla will not be delayed or called off. I love Kayla, and even with an unexpected baby in my life, nothing will come between me and my mate.” The words echoed in my head, but they felt hollow, like a script he had rehearsed for the cameras. He hadn’t said them to me. He hadn’t even looked at me when he said them. And now, as Marcus climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car, I couldn’t help but feel a pang in my chest as I noticed that Nicholas was still standing on the curb. Of course he would stay. Anna had just given birth to his son—or at least, a son he believed was his. He had a responsibility to be there, to support her, to bond with the bab