Heir Under The Tree
Tyla Walker
So she didn’t tell me about the baby.
I left Ivy Grove with ambition in my blood and her name on my tongue. Now I’m back — and the boy calling her “Mom” has my eyes. My jaw. My fire.
He’s mine.
She’s always been.
But she built a life without me. A home. A business. A five-year-old secret wrapped in red flannel pajamas and a paper ornament that says Daddy.
I came home for family. I just didn’t realize it would be my own.
Now I’m about to burn my empire to the ground so I never have to leave — for them.
I was the man who left.
I’m going to be the man who stays.
And if my son asks if I’ll still be here tomorrow?
Yes. Forever.
I may have missed his first steps.
I won’t miss a single breath after this.
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