The Ex wife's Revival

Chapter 9: The Discovery

Ava had been busy all morning, caught up in a whirlwind of preparations for the company’s upcoming charity gala. It was one of the biggest events of the year, and as part of the planning team, she had been running around ensuring everything was in place. Logan, too young to understand the significance of such an event, had begged to come along with her to work that day. With no other option and a firm promise from him to be on his best behavior, Ava had agreed.

By noon, the grand ballroom where the event would be held was abuzz with activity. Ava was focused on finalizing the seating arrangements when Logan, clutching his favorite toy car, wandered off in search of something more exciting.

Mason had arrived early at the venue, wanting to ensure everything was running smoothly. As he stepped into the ballroom, his eyes scanned the room, making sure all the details were in order. He was in the middle of a conversation with one of the event coordinators when he noticed a small figure darting between the tables.

It was a boy, no more than five years old, with dark hair and eyes that mirrored Mason’s own. The child was engrossed in playing with his toy car, oblivious to the world around him. Mason paused, his gaze locking onto the boy, a strange sense of familiarity washing over him.

Logan, still unaware of Mason’s presence, continued to play. But as he spun around, he accidentally bumped into Mason’s leg. Startled, Logan looked up, his wide eyes meeting Mason’s.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Mason stared at the boy, taking in the striking resemblance—the same dark hair, the same intense gaze. There was something unnerving about how much the child looked like him. His heart skipped a beat, and a flood of questions rushed through his mind.

“Are you okay, little man?” Mason asked, his voice softer than usual as he crouched down to Logan’s level.

Logan nodded, clutching his toy car to his chest. “I’m sorry, mister.”

Mason offered a reassuring smile, but the unease wouldn’t leave him. “What’s your name?”

“Logan,” the boy replied simply, his innocent eyes studying Mason with curiosity.

“Logan,” Mason repeated, the name echoing in his mind. “Where’s your mom, Logan?”

Logan pointed in the direction of Ava, who was busy at the other end of the room, her back turned to them.

Mason’s breath hitched. There was no denying it now—the resemblance was too strong to ignore. But how? How could this boy, this Logan, look so much like him? The thoughts churned in his mind, creating a storm of suspicion and confusion.

Just then, Ava turned around, her eyes scanning the room for Logan. When she saw him with Mason, her heart dropped. She quickly made her way over, trying to keep her expression neutral despite the panic rising inside her.

“There you are,” Ava said, her voice betraying only a hint of the anxiety she felt. She gave Mason a polite smile, trying to ignore the way his eyes bore into her. “I’m sorry if he disturbed you, Mr. Hernandez. Logan, come here.”

Mason stood up, his gaze shifting between Ava and Logan. The resemblance was undeniable. And now, standing close to Ava, the pieces began to fall into place. His mind raced with the possibilities, the suspicions growing stronger with each passing second.

“No trouble at all,” Mason replied, his voice calm, but his eyes intense as they locked onto Ava’s. “He’s a good kid.”

Ava managed a weak smile, feeling the weight of Mason’s stare. She gently took Logan’s hand, ready to leave, but Mason’s next words made her pause.

“He looks a lot like someone I know,” Mason said, his tone casual, but there was an edge to it that made Ava’s heart race.

She forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow even to her own ears. “Kids can be like that. They often look like people we’ve met before.”

Mason didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes told her that he wasn’t convinced. As she led Logan away, she could feel Mason’s gaze following them, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

For the rest of the day, Mason couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that had settled in his gut. The more he thought about it, the more the similarities between himself and Logan seemed impossible to ignore. Could it be? Was it possible that Logan was…?

The thought was almost too outrageous to consider, but Mason couldn’t let it go. He needed to know the truth. And there was only one way to find out for sure.

That evening, after everyone had left the event venue, Mason made a call. He arranged for a DNA test, his voice steady but his heart racing. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed answers. And he would get them, even if it meant going behind Ava’s back.

As he hung up the phone, Mason stared out the window of his office, the city lights twinkling in the distance. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. If Logan was indeed his son, everything would change. But first, he needed the truth. And soon, he would have it.

The results arrived two days later, sitting ominously on Mason’s desk.