He signed the divorce papers while his pregnant wife packed one suitcase, never knowing her father could buy his empire before breakfast

his wrinkled forehead and clenched fists, at the fierce little mouth that had announced himself to the world without apology.

“Hi, Henry,” Savannah whispered. “I’m your mom.”

His fingers curled around hers.

Outside the delivery room, Damian stood in the hallway and heard the cry through a closed door.

He pressed one hand against the wall.

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