Millionaire CEO waiting for a taxi with his fianceé. Shocked when his ex arrived

in a Rolls-Royce holding her daughter. Hi my beautiful family. Welcome back to

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into every dark moment. Heal those who are tired. Lift those who feel unseen.

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I am with Mr. Peter. Tom Andrews had always believed in second chances, right

up until the moment his past stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, and looked at him like he was already dead. The afternoon rain

had turned the city streets into rivers of gray, and he stood under the hotel awning, watching taxis stream past like

they were part of some cosmic conspiracy against him. Lucy Hamilton pressed

against his side, her diamond engagement ring catching what little light filtered through the storm clouds. She was

scrolling through her phone with increasing irritation, her perfectly manicured nails tapping an impatient

rhythm against the screen. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, not looking up. “We should have let the concierge

arrange a car. Now we’re going to be late for the most important meeting of your career.” Tom raised his arm again,

hoping this taxi would be different from the last dozen that had ignored him. It’s just a few blocks to the

restaurant. The traffic’s just bad because of the weather. The traffic is always bad, and that’s not the point.

Lucy’s voice had that edge to it. The one that meant she was keeping score of his failures.

Mitchell Tech is worth millions, Tom. Millions. If we lose this contract

because you insisted on being spontaneous instead of planning ahead, “We’re not going to lose it,” Tom

interrupted. Though his confidence was evaporating faster than puddles on hot pavement, Mitchell Tech was everything

he’d been working toward. a local tech giant looking for consulting services.

The kind of contract that could transform his moderately successful firm into something genuinely prestigious.

The kind that would finally prove to everyone, including himself, that he’d made something of his life. Lucy was

about to respond when the sound cut through everything else. A deep, confident purr that didn’t belong in the

chaos of midday traffic. It was the kind of sound that made pedestrians stop

walking and turn their heads. A Rolls-Royce Phantom, midnight blue and

gleaming despite the downpour, glided to a stop directly in front of them, like it owned the entire street. Tom felt his

stomach drop into his shoes before he even understood why. The rear door

opened with that whisper quiet precision that screamed wealth, and a little girl tumbled out first. She couldn’t have

been more than early elementary school age, all sparkly rain boots and purple hair ribbons, bouncing with the kind of

energy only children possessed. She was chattering excitedly about something involving a dentist and promised treats

and hot chocolate with whipped cream that reached the ceiling. Mommy, you promised. The little girl

tugged at someone still inside the car. You said if I was brave at the dentist, we could get the really good hot

chocolate with the chocolate chips on top. I know exactly what I said, baby.

The voice from inside the car made Tom’s blood freeze in his veins. It was warm

honey and patience and love, but underneath it was something else,

something he recognized even after all these years. But let’s get inside before we both turn

into soggy messes. Okay, then hot chocolate with all the toppings your heart desires.

Then she stepped out of the car and Tom’s entire world shattered into a million irreparable pieces.

Darcy Brown. She wore a burgundy suit that probably cost more than his car

payment. Tailored so precisely it looked like it had been painted onto her body

by someone who understood exactly how to make power into fabric. Her locks

cascaded past her shoulders in an elegant waterfall that must have taken years to grow, each one perfect and

deliberate. But it was her face that destroyed him, those deep brown eyes that used to look at him with such

tenderness. Those lips he’d kissed until he memorized their shape. Except now

everything about her radiated a kind of strength that made the air around her seem to shimmer with electricity. She

didn’t just look successful. She looked like she’d conquered entire worlds and was deciding which one to claim next.

Did you see how shiny our car is? The little girl, Molly, was practically

vibrating with excitement. Isn’t it the shiniest car you ever saw?

It’s definitely very shiny, sweetheart. Darcy’s voice was pure affection when

she spoke to her daughter. Nothing like the last words Tom had heard from her all those years ago. Nothing like the

coldness he still heard in his nightmares sometimes. “But we need to get inside now, okay, before the rain

wins.” “The rain can’t win!” Molly giggled, jumping in a puddle. “We’re too

fast.” The sound of that laugh pierced something in Tom’s chest that he’d thought had died years ago. something

he’d convinced himself he’d buried so deep it could never resurface. Darcy’s hand was already guiding her

daughter toward the hotel entrance, that protective maternal touch that spoke of

years of practice, when her gaze swept across the sidewalk in that casual way

successful people had of surveying spaces they were about to move through. Then her eyes landed on Tom and the

entire universe ground to a halt. The transformation was instant and absolute.

Whatever warmth had been in her expression evaporated like water hitting molten steel. Her spine straightened,