Lorenzo's POV

"Lorenzo, you're not the father," one of my friends sneers, slipping effortlessly into his best Maury Povich impersonation.

The room erupts in laughter, voices rising in celebration, mocking the verdict that just landed like a bomb in my gut.

But I don't want to celebrate. Not tonight. Not ever.

She fucking cheated on me. That goddamn bitch didn't just betray me—she carried another man's child.

My father pulled ...