The thought alone made his stomach churn.
Coming clean would not just reopen old wounds—it would shatter trust. Trust his father had placed in him without hesitation. Trust he had already strained with secrets, half-truths, and decisions made in arrogance.
“Damn it,” Zayn muttered under his breath, fist striking the armrest. The sound was dull, frustrated. “I am in a deep mess.”
And for the first time in a very long time, Zayn Specter had no clear way out.
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Few hours later
The silence that followed Zayn’s confession was heavy, oppressive, stretching until it felt like it was pressing against his lungs.
Alexander Specter did not speak right away.
He simply looked at his son.
Long. Hard. Shocked.
The kind of look that stripped away every defense Zayn had built over the years.
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