If Samuel hadn't tried to use that first photo to evoke my emotions, I might not have looked at the photo wall so carefully. And if my mind hadn't been clearer in this life, I might not have noticed the second photograph hidden away in a neglected corner.
The scene was the same. The angle was different. And the meaning completely changed.
Back then, the tenderness in Samuel's eyes had not been directed at me. He'd been looking past me, at the person standing behind me.
Later, when I paid someone to retrieve the surveillance footage from that day, it became even clearer. The moment Samuel reacted earlier, that same person was only a few feet away, leaning casually against the wall.
No wonder he insisted that either Rhian or I must carry his child.
With that revelation, everything finally made sense.
A sudden knock on the door pulled us both from our thoughts.
A striking man stood outside, dressed in a tailored suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His refined features hinted at a quiet danger in his presence.
Rhian grabbed my arm and pinched it repeatedly, her eyes sparkling. "Oh my god. He's so handsome! Who is he? And why does he look like you?"