And more importantly… who were they calling "son"? Pregnant? What the hell were they talking about?
A terrible feeling settled in my gut, a creeping unease that I tried to push away. Maybe I was overthinking things. Maybe this wasn’t what it sounded like. But then—I heard his voice.
That familiar, warm, easygoing voice that had been my comfort for years.
"I was already planning to propose," Spencer said, like it was no big deal. "It’s just a matter of time. No need to rush."
I went cold. Spencer’s last name was Sherman. That much I knew. And in all the years I had been with him, I had never once connected him to Alexis or Ulrich.
But now, suddenly, it all made sense. Had they given Spencer Alexis’s last name? Had they faked a name altogether? She never mentioned having a son, why?
Looking back, the signs had been there all along.
No wonder Alexis and Ulrich knew so much about my family's preferences from the moment they arrived. I had assumed they were just good at their jobs. Turns out, someone had been feeding them information.
No wonder Alexis always acted so pitiful in front of Spencer. She wasn’t trying to win his sympathy—she was trying to win over her own son.