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“No.” I stabbed a finger at his chest. “Don’t you dare fucking tell me to calm down. This is your fault.”

“Katy, fine. I’m sorry, this is my fault, and I invited her to our house. But she won’t ever be coming into our lives again. I promise you that,” Lan said, his gaze holding me.

I sighed, and some of my tension dropped. “But it’s still not okay. She made Luka cry, and I hate it. I hate that you weren’t there for him. How can I trust you? We have two more on the way, Lan. What if I leave them with you, and you go do something else, and something worse happens to them?” The accusations I threw at him came in more of my own fears rather than anything else.

A furious glint crossed Lan’s eyes. “Oh, that’s fucking high coming from you. You can’t trust me? The person who stayed with you through all the fucking bullshit that you pulled.”

“It’s not that. You know what I mean,” I said. “And what happened today was your fault, and it cannot ever happen again.”

“It won’t,” he gritted out.

“You need to man up and be more responsible. I’m carrying your fucking babies, Lan.”

“I don’t even know if they are mine,” Lan snapped, his jaw clenching.

My feet took a step back like I’d been physically shot by a shotgun. I felt a gaping hole form inside my chest and the blood rushed to my feet.

Lan’s eyes widened like he just realized what he said. And all the anger dissipated from him in a second.

He didn’t really just say that, did he? But he did. I didn’t know he felt that way. I didn’t know he thought about our babies that way. He said he already considered them as his but he was lying, wasn’t he?

“Get out,” I whispered before I could stop myself. I really didn’t want to see his face at this moment.

“Katy, please let me explain. I didn’t mean it like that.” His brown eyes softened and he tried to take a step forward but I frantically shook my head, stopping him. The pain was just too much.

“I heard you loud and clear,” I said in a tone I didn’t recognize. “Now go. Leave please.”

He heaved a heavy sigh and gave me one last look before he nodded and left without saying another word.

The moment took me right back to the day we broke up in that glasshouse.

When he decided to leave me and I watched his back disappear like a broken doll. Only this time, I asked him to leave. But the pain was still the same.

LAN

Twin City.

My home, the city I hadn’t visited in months.

The storm raged, thrashing me with the pelting rain, matching the heavy pain and guilt lacing my heart as my bike sped through the roads.

I shouldn’t have said those words to her.

I had no fucking clue what I was thinking.

I was just in blind fucking rage and so fucking hurt when she told me she couldn’t trust me that I just snapped for a moment, not thinking straight. And when she asked me to leave, I left like the coward I was, escaping on the back of my bike. I just kept riding and riding and somehow found my way back home to the Twins.

Maybe I just wanted to get the fuck out of NYC.

I wanted to feel the wind biting my skin as I felt the high of the ride but it did nothing to clear my head or ease the ache in my chest.

My tires crunched on the gravel as my bike slowed down the winding driveway of my family’s estate. I parked out front and headed straight to my favorite spot, the glass room at the back of the house in the East wing.

It overlooked acres of our backyard and was decked in the utmost luxuries of expensive furniture, sparkling chandeliers, and elegant statues, all swathed in a low golden light.

My eyes instantly landed on the familiar figure sitting in a lone armchair by the fireplace.

“Brother,” Lucien said calmly. Like he wasn’t surprised by my presence. I knew he would’ve already been informed by the dozen security guards quietly guarding our home.