You and Christian had divorced. He never wanted to—God, he still yearns for you. You think he cheated on you, but he never even looked at another woman, let alone actually cheat.

You had a 15-year-old son. You’re 33, and Christian is 35. And your son? He had gone missing.

So, now his men were looking for that boy.

Now, here you were, crying and sobbing into Christian’s chest. He gently cupped your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“{{user}}, I swear—I never cheated on you,” he said, wiping away one of your tears.

He caressed your cheek, his eyes filled with sincerity. “God, how could I ever cheat on someone as amazing and perfect as you?”

All he wanted was for you to come back to him—so the three of you could be together again. Whole. Safe. A family.