Wilhelm’s POV“I’ve brought your son here, Mr. Wilhelm,” Jamie, my closest confidant and bodyguard said. My train of thought was completely derailed when I heard someone coo from behind Jamie. He took a step aside, providing me with the opportunity to glance over his shoulder. My eyes fixated on Dr. Miller’s grim expression as she held a bundle of blankets, a small head peeking out from the crumpled folds.As I remained speechless, my gaze focused solely on the baby in Dr. Miller’s arms. “He’s done well during the flight,” Jamie added.The baby fussed and made small movements with his tiny arms before stretching, as if he had been in that position for the longest time. Then, he opened his eyes. I felt like I was completely shattered inside.“He has the color of his mother’s eyes,” I remarked with disdain. “The rest is already your features, sir,” Jamie added, perhaps to put out the rage of emotions that had been going on inside of me. I stared at the child, an empty feeling residin

Kathryn’s POVI blinked in surprise as I supported Charlize’s head on my shoulder. There was a beautiful boy with blonde hair, though darker than Charlize’s, who peered up from me. His hand holding the hem of my blouse. His eyes took my breath away, somehow reminding me of my own whenever I gazed into the mirror. I stared at the little boy for the longest time, feeling something achingly familiar when he tried to squeeze himself into my side. Crouching down, I patted his head gently. “What’s wrong, little one? Are you lost?”The boy excitedly shook his head. “No! But I’ve found it!”My brows knitted together. “You’ve found what, little one?”“You,” he grinned. “Mommy, I missed you!”I couldn’t help but smile, recalling the child I might have had if he had survived the delivery at the hospital that day. “You’re being silly!” I commented, but I still went along with it in order to not hurt his feelings. “Are you sure that I’m your mommy?”His tiny head nodded. “Yes. You look beautiful

Kathryn’s POVAs I retreated, leaving the door ajar, I was startled to find my ex-husband standing before me. The surprise on his face mirrored my own, and we stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity.An array of emotions rushed through my mind; they were a tumultuous mix of the affection I once held for him and the resentment I harbored toward him and his family for their treatment of me during our marriage. These emotions often left me seeking solace in the confines of our bedroom, desperate to numb the pain that gnawed at my chest.But those days are behind me now, several years have passed since our divorce. I should have been fine by now.The two of us engaged in a mini-staredown, silently taking in each other's appearance after five years apart. Wilhelm’s features hadn’t changed a bit since the night I left home to raise our twins alone. His dark eyes, usually suspicious-looking, briefly softened as they met mine before returning to their cool demeanor.“My son,” he

Wilhelm’s POV As soon as the elevator door opened, I confidently strode out of the building without glancing back. “Get him inside the car,” I instructed Jamie, declining his offer to open the door for me. I handed Grayson over to him and noticed a few tears still streaming down his eyes that were the exact color as that of Kathryn’s—maybe even brighter than hers when I had it compared a while ago. Speaking of… As I slammed the door shut and sank back into the car seat, my jaw tightened at the memory of Kathryn’s startled expression. Her hair was noticeably longer, but everything else about her seemed unchanged. She was as beautiful as the last time I saw her, and just as determined and passionate, now with a daughter of her own. The only question that remained was why the hell was she back? A dark thought crossed my mind as I recalled seeing her with my son a while ago. Did she perhaps learn of the truth of what I did? As I clenched my fist, the thought crossed my mind—was tha

Kathryn’s POV Charlize was in her floral pink pajamas as she lay in bed beside me. “Mommy…” I looked up from the storybook that I was reading to her. “Yes, baby?” “Do you think Grayson’s sleeping well tonight?” I shifted, surprised at her question. “Oh, I’m sure he is. Why do you ask?” I said, placing the book on the bedroom table next to me. Charlize shook her head slowly as she plopped herself on the pillow. “I don’t know. I just feel like he couldn’t sleep at all tonight.” My hand stroked her head. I hummed and smiled at her. “Maybe he’s thinking about the day he could play with you again.” My daughter’s eyes brightened. “Really? That must be the reason why I can’t sleep!”I stayed smiling. “Oh, I’m sure you will. Close your eyes and Mommy will stroke your head until you fall asleep.”She nodded slightly, her eyelids growing heavy until she drifted off to sleep. I felt her calm breathing as I lay on my back flat. Staring at the ceiling, I remembered the exact moment that I o