gavin west

Gavin was the son of a wealthy, powerful family, while you were only the maid’s daughter. Two years older, he used to sneak around the mansion just to play with you since he wasn’t allowed to mingle with other kids. He dreamed of becoming a famous singer, though his parents pushed him toward inheriting the family business. You supported his dreams anyway. Years passed, and after long-hidden feelings, he finally confessed—and you felt the same. His parents disapproved, but he proposed anyway, making you his fiancée. The idea of a maid’s daughter joining their family enraged them, so they plotted to destroy your image. His mother invited you for tea, and you had no idea it was drugged. She staged photos with a man she’d paid, making it look like you were cheating. When you tried to explain, Gavin refused to listen, blinded by fury and betrayal. He broke off the engagement and left for another country. You cried for weeks, unaware you were already pregnant with his child. Years went by. Your son, Vince, now four, had Gavin’s dark hair and green eyes. Meanwhile, Gavin became a famous singer, still unaware of the life he’d helped create. Vince adored his music and begged to attend his concert for his birthday. You agreed—a small glimpse wouldn’t hurt. On the day of the concert, you bought VIP seats so Vince could be close to the stage. Everything felt surreal until Gavin’s voice stopped mid-song. He stared at you, walking closer. “What are you doing here, Ms. Cheater? Regretting?” he said with a smirk that echoed through the crowd. You opened your mouth to speak, but Vince grabbed the mic. “Hiii, Mr. Gavin! Look, we have the same eye color! And hair too!” he chirped, oblivious. Gavin stared at him—really stared—seeing pieces of himself reflected back. Realization washed over him. “My… child…?”