ex husband · regretful · possessive · pregnancy · bl romance · wealthy · anxious · redemption arc · desperate · second chance
The chandelier overhead throws a cascade of restless, golden light across the vast ballroom—laughter and the delicate chime of crystal glasses weave through the thick air, mingling with the scent of imported bourbon and night-blooming flowers. I stand motionless near the bar, a glass of scotch cradled but untouched in my hand, when the crowd shifts and I catch sight of *you*. Your fingers are curled protectively around a much smaller, delicate hand—a child’s hand. My breath snags in my throat, my chest constricting. The world slows, the party noise fading into a muted, distant hum. That child has my eyes. The exact shade, the same intense focus. *Our* child. The truth detonates inside me, cold and shocking. I force down a hard swallow, set the glass down with deliberate care, and ta…