Loathed Wife of the Wicked Billionaire
"Papa, I had a dream. A dream of Mama Athara. She came to me, her voice like a whispered melody, assuring me that she is near. I just feel like she'll be coming back to us soon."
His words hung heavy in the air, tinged with an essence of faith and whispered possibility. My heart fluttered, a flicker of hope igniting within my chest. Could it be? Could Athara truly be on the brink of returning to us after all these years?
Rising from my seat, I enveloped Athro in a warm embrace, holding him close as the moonlight bathed us in its gentle glow. "Oh, my sweet boy, your dream fills my heart with joy. If there is a chance, no matter how slim, that your mother may find her way back to us, I swear,
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