Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 1022

Grayson held Chloe’s hand tight. “Chloe, we barely made it out. I can’t lose you again.”

Chloe felt like her whole world had been struck by lightning—her head was spinning, her ears ringing.

She blurted out, almost on autopilot, “Did I ever... was I with him?”

She hadn’t even meant to ask. The question just tumbled out, like some part of her had needed to know all along.

Lucas looked stunned, thrown off by her words. He paused, as if weighing what to say next. He knew he couldn’t hide everything forever.

But he could rewrite the past in his own words.

He started carefully, “Back then, he messed with us. He got between us, and we were apart for a while—a year, maybe. And yes, you were with him then. But not because you wanted to be. You never stopped trying to get away.”

Chloe’s voice was barely audible. “Tim... whose child is he?”

Lucas clenched his jaw, then forced himself to continue. “Tim is your son. He... forced you, and that’s how you got pregnant. That’s what tore us apart. You didn’t want me to get dragged down, so you divorced me. I thought you were after his money, his power—I had no idea how much you were suffering. Later, you were in a car accident while running away. I found you, hid you, and then we left the country together.”

Chloe stared at him, speechless.

She couldn’t wrap her head around it. Tim was her child?

No wonder she’d felt that odd, aching sadness the first time she saw him.

He really was her son.

She’d always thought maybe they just looked a little alike, maybe he reminded her of her own mother.

And honestly, she couldn’t see Connor as the monster Grayson described.

“Stop,” she said quietly. “I need to think. Please.”

Lucas saw her hesitation and felt his confidence slip. This was it—his last shot.

He needed her to believe his story, to trust him before anyone else could get to her with the truth.

He’d already reached out to some contacts to get them new identities. It would take about a week.

Just one more week, and they could disappear again—maybe to Mexico, or Vancouver. Somewhere no one could find them.

But all of it depended on one thing: Chloe had to believe him.