“My billionaire ex-husband sat beside me on a flight just to shame me—then three little boys stepped out of a Bentley and ran toward me, calling, “Mom!”

is that man?”

Harrison flinched. Before Chloe could answer, Lucas tilted his head and said, “He looks like us.”

Mason pressed closer to her leg.

Harrison stepped forward, staring from one child to the next. His face shifted between shock, anger, fear, and something far more painful.

“Chloe,” he breathed, “tell me they’re not…”

She lifted her chin. “Not continue reading …