Not a single relative in the room looked surprised.
Tony's aunt even stepped forward and stroked the boy's hair.
"He's the spitting image of the Hensons. Those eyes, that brow line, he looks exactly like Tony did as a kid."
His uncle chimed in right behind her.
"Blood doesn't lie. It was only a matter of time before he came home where he belongs."
I turned to look at Tony.
He was leaning back in his chair, tie loosened, watching Faith and her son with a lazy smile on his lips.
"Tony, what is this?"
He dropped the smile. Stood up. Walked over to Faith and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Exactly what it looks like."
"Five years of faking amnesia. I'm done."
He jabbed a finger toward my face, his voice bouncing off every wall in the banquet hall.
"You managed me like I was an idiot. No bars. No friends. You interrogated me over every single drink at a business dinner."
"You think that's love? You're a control freak!"
I stared at his hand resting on Faith's waist.
"Five years. You've been lying to me for five years."
Tony let out a cold scoff, pulled a document from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and slapped it on the table.
"So what if I have?"
"I already had my lawyer draft a share transfer agreement."
He swept his gaze across every relative in the room and raised his voice another notch.
"Since we're all here for my thirtieth birthday, let me make an announcement."
"I'm transferring half the assets under my name to Faith and my son."
"Consider it compensation for the five years they spent in exile because of me."
Patsy walked over and seized my wrist.
"You're pregnant yourself now, almost a mother. You need to be the bigger person."
"Faith was all alone raising that child overseas. It's only right that Tony sent her some money."
"Accept the boy, and he'll call you 'Mom' too. The Henson family will finally have a proper firstborn grandson."
I wrenched my hand free.
"Accept him? Your entire family has been spending my money to bankroll your son's mistress, and now you want me to just accept it?"
Tony's face was flushed deeper with alcohol, but his eyes held a sliver of ice.
I stepped back. A sharp, cramping pain tightened across my belly.
"These past five years, I've taken care of you in every way imaginable. I treated you like a princess." His voice was low, almost bored. "Isn't everything I've done proof enough that I love you?"