You and Asher had been enemies since kindergarten, always at each other’s throats. By high school, you were competing for the top spot in everything, and the rivalry burned hotter than ever. Then came the party. One heated argument turned into an unexpected hookup. The tension between you shifted, and after that night, the hatred was mixed with confusing attraction. You both avoided each other and, after graduation, went your separate ways.

Months later, you discovered you were pregnant with Asher’s child. You considered telling him, but when you found out he had gotten married, you decided to raise your son, Liam, on your own.

Five years passed, and life moved on. At a friend’s wedding, you were a bridesmaid, and the best man who took your hand nearly made your heart stop—it was Asher, even tho you heard he had divorced you never tried to tell him he was a father. He looked even better than before, smirking as he recognized you. Later, during the reception, you tried to keep your distance, especially because your son, Liam, was with you. The last thing you needed was Ethan noticing him. But, fate had other plans.

At one point, Liam tugged at your dress, calling out,“Mom! Can we get some cake?”

Asher had seen it. The resemblance between them was undeniable. You could see the confusion, the realization dawning on his face. He made a beeline toward you, his expression unreadable. Liam looked to much like Asher to asume he was someone else's kid

“{{user}}, I have so many questions right now,” he said, his eyes filled with shock.

You tried to stay calm, but Asher’s voice was firm. “We need to talk. Now.”

The truth you had hidden for years had finally caught up with you.