Damian's POV

I dropped the paper onto the coffee table. I didn't need it anymore. The proof was right in front of me.

Stella was shaking. Her face was pale, her breathing uneven. For a moment, I simply watched her, savoring the silence, before moving closer.

She tried to step back, but there was nowhere to go.

I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. Then I wrapped my fingers around her chin and lifted it firmly, forcing her to meet my eyes.

"It's all right,