My eyes burned. I pressed a kiss to his forehead.
The moment Alex saw that, he exploded.
"Well, well, well, Felicia Pruitt! You went behind my back and cheated on me? You even had a son with some lowlife?"
"How could you betray everything we had?"
"Tell me! Who's the father?"
His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles went white, his eyes blazing with fury.
He looked exactly like a husband who'd just caught his wife in bed with another man.
Worried he might lose control and hurt Conrad, I steeled my expression, ready to tell him the truth. That Conrad was the son of the very billionaire he was so desperate to impress.
But before I could speak, Layla let out a sharp gasp.
"Oh my God, I just figured it out!"
"Three years ago, that baby you picked up off the street would be about this age by now."
Alex's heaving chest went still.
His gaze flicked to me, then to Conrad.
A second later, he couldn't hold it in. He burst out laughing.
"Oh, that's rich! Felicia, you really are something else!"
"You were so desperate to marry me that you actually believed some throwaway line I made up."
"Playing mommy to someone else's kid for free?"