They didn’t know much about him—only that he was someone from her past. She had never shared the details of the man behind the headlines with them. She’d raised her twins on her own, juggling two jobs at first, then growing her own small interior design business. There were nights when she cried in solitude, wishing things had turned out differently—but she never once regretted shielding them from Alexander’s world of cameras and egos.
Yet, as she stared at the invitation, something stirred within her. She remembered the man he used to be—the one who’d sketch app ideas on napkins, full of dreams of changing the world. The one who’d held her hand through the fear of labor—before she lost their first baby. The miscarriage had broken them more than either of them ever admitted.
When she found out she was pregnant again, it was just after he signed a huge deal and started vanishing for days at a time. She tried to reach him, but every call was met with “in a meeting” or “on a plane.” Then, she saw him on TV, kissing another woman at a launch event.
That was the breaking point. She never told him why she left—she simply packed up and walked away with nothing.
Now, six years later, he wanted her to witness his shiny new life.
