Falling for my Lost Love

“You’re lying,” Michael’s voice was sharp, his blue eyes dark with fury. “Ethan is our son?” Aliana’s heart pounded. She had spent years preparing for this moment, but nothing could prepare her for the raw pain in his voice. “Sarah stole him from me, Michael. She tricked you.” A sharp gasp echoed in the grand ballroom. Guests whispered. Sarah’s face drained of color, but she quickly recovered, forcing a laugh. “She’s desperate, Michael. Can’t you see? She’ll say anything to ruin us.” Ethan, the boy she had dreamed of holding for ten long years, looked between them, confused. “Mom?” His voice was small, uncertain—directed at the woman who had stolen him. Michael turned to Sarah, his voice low and deadly. “Tell me the truth. Right now.” Sarah’s lips trembled. The walls of lies she had built were crumbling. She took a step back. “Michael, I—” A sudden crash rang through the air. The doors burst open. A tall figure strode in, his cold gaze locked on Aliana. Zayden Lockhart smirked. “Ah, Aliana. You really thought you could expose the truth without consequences?” The room fell into stunned silence. And just like that, the night took a dangerous turn.