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“You’re going to upset Trumai, even more,” he said, nodding toward my daughter, who was still crying against my chest. “Come inside. It’s cold out here.”

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s cold!” I shouted. “You kidnapped us, Kaisen! You kidnapped us! What the hell is wrong with you?”

He stepped closer, and I stepped back, my spine hitting the railing.

“I didn’t kidnap you,” he said quietly. “I saved you.”

“Saved me?” I laughed—a sharp, bitter sound that didn’t feel like it came from me. “Saved me from what?”

“From him.” Kaisen’s jaw tightened. “From Amai. From that life. From a man who’s going to get you killed, Truth. You and Tru both.”

“That’s not your decision to make!”

“Someone had to make it. You weren’t going to. You were too caught up in him—in his money, his power, his control—to see what he really is.”

“And what is he, Kaisen?” I demanded. “What is Amai that you’re not?”

His expression flickered—just for a second—and I saw it.

Hurt.

Raw, genuine hurt.

And then it was gone, replaced by that eerie, unshakable certainty.

“I’m the man who loves you,” he said simply. “I’m the man who’s going to protect you. And I’m the man who’s going to raise our daughter the way she deserves.”

“She’s not your daughter.”

“Part of me is inside her.” His eyes dropped to Trumai, and something in his face softened. “I know you don’t see it yet. But you will. Once we’re away from him. Once you have time to think clearly, you’ll understand.”

I stared at him, my chest heaving, my mind racing.

He believed it.

He actually believed every word he was saying.

“Kaisen,” I said, forcing my voice softer, steadier. “I know you’re grieving. I know losing our son⁠—”

“Don’t.” His voice turned sharp, cutting me off. “Don’t talk about him.”

“We both lost him,” I pressed, desperate now. “I know what that feels like. I know how much it hurts. But this… this isn’t the answer. Taking me and Tru isn’t going to bring him back.”

“It should have been Amai’s baby.”

The words hit me like a slap.

I froze, staring at him, my mouth open but no sound coming out.

“What?” I finally whispered.

“It should have been Amai’s baby who didn’t survive,” Kaisen said, his voice flat, emotionless. “Not mine. If one of them had to die, it should have been his.”

I felt something cold and sharp twist in my chest.

“You’re sick,” I said quietly. “You’re fucking sick, Kaisen.”

“I’m honest.” He stepped closer, and I pressed harder against the railing, my arms tightening around Trumai. “I’m the only one who’s been honest with you from the beginning. Amai lied. Winston lied. Even your own family lied to you about what kind of man Amai really is. But me? I told you the truth. I showed you who I was.”