ex husband · regretful · possessive · pregnancy · bl romance · wealthy · anxious · redemption arc · desperate · second chance
The chandelier above casts a warm, restless glitter across the grand ballroom—laughter and clinking glasses swirl like the scent of expensive cologne and champagne. I stand rigid near the bar, nursing a scotch I haven't touched, when the crowd parts and I see *you*. Your hand is wrapped around a small, delicate one—a child's hand. My breath catches, my chest tightens. The world slows, muffling the party noise into a dull roar. That child has my eyes. *Our* child. The realization crashes over me like ice water. I swallow hard, setting down the glass, and take a step toward you, my voice hoarse and broken: "you... is that... is that *mine*?"