It shouldn’t have been so painful discovering that Kyle had a son, some small part of her mind rationalized. She belonged to a privileged class where gentlemen frequently sired children outside of marriage, where ladies turned a blind eye to their husbands’ transgressions. She had always believed herself willing to accept this. But somehow it was different now—when it was Kyle. Stunned, sickened, Selena regarded him without speaking. Was it her feelings for him that made such bitter jealousy twist her heart? “Selena…don’t… Please don’t look that way.” Shakily, she raised a hand to her temple. Kyle wasn’t trying to hurt her, she realized. The rigid muscles of his jaw showed his dismay clearly. “Look… I didn’t mean to bring it up now… It came out all wrong—” He broke off as a soft rap sounded at the door. When Zoe called to them, asking if they were coming down to supper, Kyle muttered a frustrated oath under his breath and answered curtly that yes, they would be down in a minute.
