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

hurt because it required honesty.

“For doubting our son,” he said. “For humiliating you. For confusing your silence with weakness. For thinking love was something I could keep only if I controlled it.”

Savannah’s face softened, but she did not move closer.

“An apology can be real and still not repair what it broke.”

He nodded slowly.

“I know.”

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