MY BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND SAT NEXT TO ME ON A FLIGHT JUST TO MOCK ME—THEN THREE LITTLE BOYS RAN FROM A BENTLEY CALLING ME “MOM”

as well.

Ethan, bold and endlessly fearless, tilted his head.

“He looks like us.”

Noah, the quietest of the three, moved closer against my leg.

The driver, James, stood beside the Bentley with the rear door held open, wisely choosing silence.

Blake stepped closer.

“Emma,” he said again, softer this time. “Tell me they’re not…”

I raised my chin.

“Not what?”

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