Ada
“Clyde has a son,” I murmur more to myself than to them. “Does he knows?”
“Of course, he does,” Lola says indignantly. “He visits him at least once a week.”
“And my father?” I ask softly.
“Like your father would’ve paid me for my silence,” she snorts. “He’s paying child support, Ada. And before you ask, Margo also knows.”
“So, the story about you …”
“Look,” she cuts me off brusquely. “I know about the gossip that Margo caught me red-handed with Clyde and I got fired. That’s bullshit. The truth is, I fell pregnant and it was only a matter of time before I would be unable to work. I told your father the truth about my condition and made it clear that it was consensual. Clyde even offered to marry me, but Margo completely lost her sh*t when she learned an Omega is carrying her grand
