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”

the chance.

“I’m five. Ethan and Noah are five too, but I was born seven minutes first.”

Blake shut his eyes.

For one brief moment, the entire airport seemed to vanish.

The sound of traffic faded away. Rolling suitcases, blaring horns, distant announcements—everything dissolved into silence.

Five years.

The calculation wasn’t difficult.

Blake opened his eyes continue reading …