Chapter thirteen

Katherine's POV

"Does daddy hate me?" Roy asked me out of the blue and I had to stop and lean back in surprise, staring at him.

His head was bent, causing his dark mop of hair to flop forward, obscuring his features as if focused on the game but I knew better.

This wasn't just a random question, it was a carefully thought-out one.

Sometimes I forget Roy is just four years old because he acts and behaves beyond his ears.

With his round cheeks and deep blue eyes of a peculiar shade, more and more with each passing day he resembles his father.

I have a feeling that that may be why Ethan avoided him like the plague.

It was more obvious now that Roy wasn't his.

The real answer was too heavy for lips to form and yet the lie made my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth.

"Mama?" His warm, fleshy small fingers grasped my face as best as they could, pulling my attention to him. His big, blue orbs were wide with concern

I quickly wiped the forlorn expression on my face and pasted a fake, wide ha