Cassian’s POV

My confession hung in the air between us, a raw, undeniable truth. Paul just stared at me, his eyes filled with a kind of resigned sympathy. He didn't offer a platitude or a quick fix. He knew me too well for that.

"So what do I do?" I asked, my voice a low, desperate plea. "I'm in love with her. I'm engaged to a woman who's pregnant with what I thought was my child. I'm a mess."

Paul took a long, thoughtful sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly in the glass. He ...