Regina was enjoying a cup of cappuccino in her kitchen in Livingston. She had to get out of Orlando for a while. The media attention was crazy. At least three or four photographers were camping on the sidewalk in front of her home every day. She had called the police, but they had said as long as they stayed on the sidewalk it was freedom of the press.            She wanted her privacy back. She packed up some of her clothes and called Rachel. Regina loaded up her car and had Rachel drive as she lain down on the back seat with a blanket over her. The photographers didn’t have a clue. They snapped a few photographs of Rachel driving her BMW and kept hanging around the outside of the house. Rachel had driven Regina to the airport and drove the BMW back to her house.            Regina took

            Regina rocked back as her breath left her. It couldn’t be true. Clay looked just like Scott and his father. He was going to grow up to be a handsome looking devil just like his dad. “Scott,” she breathed.             “Let me explain. After I busted Marlena with John Luke — and after she hit me — she stated that she wanted to take Clay and be with John Luke. I told her that she wasn’t taking Clay even over my dead body. That’s when she stated Clay wasn’t even mine. She didn’t mean to say it. She had clasped her hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips,” he said in a low tone.             Regina continued to listen in stunned silence.             “I was anguished. I . . . for a minute there, I almost believed it. Then I