After my husband’s mistress announced she was carrying twins, his family offered me two billion dollars to walk away quietly. I didn’t hesitate—I signed the divorce papers and moved abroad. But just as their wedding plans were underway, the test results came in… and everything unraveled.

Evan grew surrounded by warmth and chosen fatherhood. Harper and Aaron eventually married in a quiet ceremony beneath an oak tree, defined by sincerity rather than spectacle.

Eventually, Harper returned briefly to New York. The Whitfield empire had begun to crack—failed ventures, public scrutiny, leadership instability.

At a charity gala, Graham recognized her instantly.

She barely recognized him.

“You look… fulfilled,” he said softly.

“I am,” she replied.

“May I meet my son?” he asked, hope trembling beneath regret.

Harper shook her head gently.