We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife)
I fixed Darling’s bow tie for the fifth time, while Dillon stood beside him, calm and observant as always.
“Don’t wander off,” I warned.
Darling grinned. “But we’re not babies.”
“You are,” I murmured.
He gasped dramatically. “I’m six!”
“Five,” Dillion corrected.
Darling gasped again. “How dare you betray me?”
Their small bickering made my lips twitch despite the tension burning beneath my ribs. Tonight mattered. This gala gathered powerful people—CEOs, politicians, media moguls. Anyone could recognize the twins. Anyone could connect dots they shouldn’t.