"Wendy, where have you been?" His tone carried a hint of irritation, yet his lips still curled into a smile, as if everything was perfectly fine.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t even want to acknowledge him at that moment.
Instead, my attention shifted to Claire, taking note of the way she looked at me—an expression difficult to decipher. There was pride in her eyes, as though she had just won something.
Archie, noticing where my gaze had landed, quickly spoke.
"Oh! Claire has just returned from Scotland," he said in a casual, almost excited tone. "She's here to see our son."
Our son.
The words echoed in my mind.
"That’s not our son, Archie," I said firmly.
Both Archie and Claire appeared taken aback, exchanging glances.
Before Archie could respond, I continued, "But if you want him to be part of this family, I don’t mind."
My words seemed to confuse them even further.
I didn’t care what they thought. I was done pretending.
I knew Archie wouldn’t find it easy to reveal Zac’s true identity.
"Welcome, Claire," I greeted her with a polite smile. "I hadn’t realised you were still in contact with my husband. Ah, I mean, your former lover—the one you left at the altar."