Alex sank onto the edge of the bed, overcome.
He had braced himself for betrayal, scandal, disaster — anything but this.
Maria placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“She wanted you to have memories.
Not regrets.”
Alex wiped his eyes, unable to speak.
The babies, sensing a familiar presence, began to wiggle and coo. One reached toward him, tiny fingers opening and closing.
He leaned over them, voice barely a whisper.
“I missed you too,” he said. “All of you.”
And for the first time in years —
the billionaire didn’t feel powerful, or wealthy, or busy.
He just felt like a father.
