The room went silent.

Every piece of the puzzle shifted.

Rearranged.

Something darker took shape.

“So instead,” Logan said slowly, “I met Sienna.”

Cordelia shook her head.

“No. You didn’t meet her.”

A chill ran down his spine.

“She found you.”

Logan’s heart pounded.

“She wasn’t invited to that event,” Cordelia said. “She wasn’t on any guest list. She wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near you.”

Every instinct in Logan screamed.

“Then how did she end up in my room?”

Cordelia didn’t answer.

And in that silence

Logan understood.

His voice dropped, dangerously quiet.

“You don’t know.”

“No,” she admitted.

For the first time that night, Cordelia Everett looked uncertain.

And that terrified Logan more than anything else.

Morning came without clarity.

Only urgency.

Logan didn’t wait.

By 9:15 a.m., he was standing outside the Austin Community Development Alliance office.

And at 9:17—

He saw her.

Sienna stepped out of the building, the baby in her arms, the older woman beside her.

She froze the moment she saw him.

This time, she didn’t run.

But the tension in her body was unmistakable.

“Don’t,” she said quietly, before he could speak. “Don’t come any closer.”

Not because she told him to.

But because of the look in her eyes.

Not fear.

Not anymore.

Something else.

Something sharper.

“His name,” Logan said, his voice rough, “what’s his name?”

Sienna’s arms tightened around the child.

A long pause.

“Eli.”

The name hit him like a pulse.

“Eli Everett?” he asked.

Sienna’s lips curved—not into a smile, but something far more cutting.

“No.”

Logan’s chest tightened.

She shook her head slowly.

“Eli Blake.”

The words didn’t make sense.

“They’re my eyes,” Logan said, stepping forward despite himself. “My son.”

Sienna let out a quiet, almost tired breath.

Then she looked up at him.

And what she said next

shattered everything.

“No, Logan,” she said softly.

“He’s not your son.”

The world stopped.

Sienna’s gaze didn’t waver.

“That night,” she continued, her voice steady now, “you weren’t the only one who was drugged.”

Logan felt the ground shift beneath him.

“I didn’t go looking for you,” she said. “I woke up in that room just like you did. With no memory. No answers.”

His heart pounded.

“Then the baby—”

“Is mine,” she said firmly.

“And his father?”

A breath.

“I don’t know.”

Silence fell like a blade.

Logan stared at her.

At the child.

At the reflection he had been so certain of.

And for the first time

Doubt crept in.

“But—” he started.

Sienna stepped closer.

Just enough.

“Look again,” she said quietly.

Logan did.

Really looked.

At the shape of the eyes.

The slight tilt.

The subtle differences he had ignored because he wanted to believe

Because it made sense.

Because it gave meaning to something broken.

Sienna’s voice softened, just slightly.

“You weren’t the only powerful man at that gala, Logan.”

The implication hit like a freight train.

“There were others,” she said. “Men who would have benefited from you losing control. From your reputation taking a hit. From your life… unraveling.”

Logan’s blood ran cold.

“You think this was planned.”

“I know it was,” she said.

A beat.

Then the final twist of the knife:

“And I think… you were the target.”

The world tilted.

Everything he thought he knew

His past.

That night.

The child.

All of it—was wrong.

And somewhere out there

Was the man who had stolen a night, destroyed two lives

And left behind a child with a face that could ruin everything.

Logan exhaled slowly.

Then met her eyes.

“Then we find him,” he said.

Sienna held his gaze.

A long, dangerous silence.

Then she nodded.

Because whatever this was

It wasn’t over.

It had only just begun.

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