**Isabella**
"Is that... is that my child?" His voice was barely a whisper, filled with a longing I hadn't heard in years.
I nodded slowly, tears welling up in my eyes. "Yes," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, he's ours."
He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving the pup. "I... I didn't know," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I didn't know about this."
I looked up at him, seeing the pain and regret etched on his face. "I wanted to tell you," I said, my voice breaking. "But things were... complicated."
Razor's grip was like a vice as he pulled me into the office, his furious eyes locked on mine. I stumbled backward, my heart racing, clutching our baby pup tightly against my chest.
"How could you, Isabella!" His voice was a thunderous roar, filled with rage and betrayal, as he pointed an accusing finger at me.
