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”

try to buy your attention, so I also brought an apology.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

“What kind of apology?”

“The real kind,” Blake said.

Oliver stepped closer.

“Do you know how to do that?”

A flash of pain crossed Blake’s face.

“I’m learning.”

Noah remained hidden behind my coat, peeking around the fabric.

Blake crouched down—not too close, not too quickly.

“I’m continue reading …