The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 242

The latest post was from yesterday.

[The wind is strong today. Perfect for reading at home.]

The location tag read: "Heron Bay".

Rhys rubbed his thumb over those two words, a strange sense of dissonance pricking at him.

He tapped on the main page, intending to watch the playback of her recent streams.

The trending list below the search bar shifted.

#UnknownChild

Rhys frowned and instinctively clicked on it.

The topic had already dropped from the top spot, but the discussion was still active. Although the photo had been scrubbed clean, the descriptions from gossip accounts and the arguments among fans provided plenty of information.

A gossip account wrote: [Wait, did anyone else see that toddler pop up behind the streamer "Unknown" and call her Mom?]

Fans argued: "Her family must be doctors. Who lets a three-year-old read medical journals? That kid is going to be a genius."

Haters commented: "She spends all day telling people how to handle breakups and divorce, meanwhile she's secretly hiding a grown son. Don't take your fans for idiots."

Three or four years old. Heron Bay.

Rhys stared at the words on the screen, his breathing growing heavy.

He thought back to the child at the kindergarten entrance the other day.

The boy he had shielded in his arms. The one who didn't cry or fuss, but looked up with a calm, disdainful expression and complained that Rhys was squeezing his stomach.

Those dark, intense eyes that looked so much like his own.

The woman passing by had said, "Sir, ou and this child look so much alike!"

Similarities happen in a world of millions. He hadn't thought much of it then.

But now...

Clara was in Heron Bay. "Unknown" was in Heron Bay.

"Unknown" had a son, three or four years old.

The timing hit him like a physical blow. Clara and he... their child would have been that age by now.

How old had that boy at the kindergarten been? Three? Maybe four?

When coincidences pile high enough, they lose their name. They become a truth.

Once the thought took root, he couldn't suppress it.

Rhys's heart raced.

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