Chapter 2 - The Boy's Pointing Finger
Dany stepped forward, pulling his hand gently from his mother's grip. The eight-year-old boy wore a small dark suit over a white collared shirt. His brown eyes were sharp, serious, and unblinking as he looked across the dining table.
Without a word, Dany lifted his arm and pointed his small finger directly at his father and Lena.
"Dany, buddy, let's talk outside—" Kieran started, taking a step around the table, his forehead glistening with sweat.
"Dad, why is she wearing your suit jacket?" Dany asked in a clear, deliberate voice that echoed in the silence.
Lena looked down at her shoulders. Over her red silk dress hung Kieran’s black jacket—the very jacket Tess had bought for him on their fifth wedding anniversary, custom-tailored with his initials stitched on the inside lining.
Lena awkwardly slid the jacket off her shoulders and set it onto the back of her chair, her arrogant smirk vanishing under the burning glares of the surrounding diners.
Kieran opened his mouth to lie, but the words died in his throat.
Dany looked up at Tess, holding his mother's coat with one hand while reaching up to touch her rounded belly with the other.
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"Mom..." Dany whispered softly, his eyes filled with quiet betrayal. "Is Dad lying again?"
👉 How did Kieran react when his eight-year-old son exposed his double life in public?
