THE RETURN OF THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE
“This show… it’s everything I’ve fought for.”
He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “You’re everything I’m fighting for,” he said, his gaze burning into mine.
“Mom!” Noah’s voice cut through, and I turned to see him weaving through the models, his gray eyes bright, his black hair messy. He grinned, charming a stylist who adjusted his little bow tie. “This place is so cool!” he said, but then he ducked behind a rack, pulling out his phone.
I frowned, stepping toward him. “Noah, what are you doing?” I asked, my heart skipping as I caught his whispered words: “Uncle Gabe, you coming?”
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