The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 472

The race car on the screen crossed the finish line, and the words “YOU WIN” flashed in huge letters.

Felix let out a triumphant cheer and turned to Margot.

“Aunt Margot, I won! I got first place!”

Margot stared at his face.

Those eyes, the curve of his brow… the resemblance was uncanny. It was too much.

This was the child Rhys and Clara had made together.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she fished two tokens from the plastic basket and placed them in Felix’s hand.

“You’re so good, Felix,” she said, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Felix took the coins and blinked. “Aunt Margot, you’re different from last time.”

Margot instinctively touched her face. “Am I? How so?”

Felix tilted his head, thinking hard. “Last time, you were mean.”

Margot froze.

Just over an hour ago.

She had been parked outside the Oakridge Avenue apartment complex, her eyes fixed on the old building. She watched the old man take the boy downstairs to throw out the trash.

She got out of her car, walked over, and called out, “Felix.” The boy turned to look at her.

He recognized her.

She was the mean woman from the hotel lobby who had made his mommy upset. He had even smacked her hand away when she tried to touch him.

The little boy’s brow furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line, and he started to turn back toward his grandpa.

Margot grabbed his arm, pulling an old photo of herself and Rhys from her pocket and holding it out to him.

“Look, who’s this?”

Felix looked.

The photo showed a young woman in a wheelchair, who looked a bit like this lady. But the person standing next to her… even after more than a decade, Felix recognized him instantly.

“It’s Daddy!” his soft, childish voice filled with surprise.

Margot knelt down, a smile playing on her lips. “That’s right. I’m your daddy’s sister. Your Aunt Margot. Your dad is buying you a toy at the toy store and asked me to bring you over to surprise him. Do you want to go?”

Felix hesitated.

He was always wary of strangers, but this “Aunt Margot” clearly knew his mommy and daddy.

“I have to tell my grandpa.”

“Yes,” Margot said, snapping back to the present. “I knew your father before he ever met your mother.”

She watched as Felix fed the coins into the machine and started a new game.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, but she ignored it.

“Aunt Margot, when are we going to the claw machines?” Felix asked without turning his head, his hands busy on the game’s steering wheel.

“After you finish this round.”

Margot’s gaze fell on the pom-pom on his hat. Her hand slowly rose, hovering in the air.

If she just gave a little push, the child would fall from the rocking machine.

From this height, at this angle, a bleeding head would be the least of it. If his neck broke…

If something happened to this child, Clara would be consumed by grief.

And Rhys would be, too.

This was the family he had nearly died for.

Destroy it. Drag them all down to hell with her, where they could all suffer together.

Wouldn't that be fair?