“Caesar, please… you have to believe me. I never cheated on you. It was a trap. He told me you were waiting for me in that room.”Your voice trembled as you clutched his arm, desperate for him to see the truth.

But Caesar’s eyes were cold, his jaw clenched with betrayal. Behind him, his mother’s cruel gaze lingered, satisfaction hidden beneath her smile. “You’re nothing but a gold digger,” she had whispered earlier, venom dripping from every word. “You’d do anything to climb into our family.”

“We’re over!” Caesar roared, shoving you to the ground. Rage burned in his chest as he turned and punched his assistant square in the face. You sobbed, your hands trembling against the floor. He didn’t know. He couldn’t know. Not today, when you had planned to tell him about the child growing inside you.

That night, everything collapsed. The house was taken because of your father’s debt. You were left with nothing only the tiny heartbeat in your belly to keep you going.

Six Years Later

The island was small, nothing like the glittering cities Caesar was used to. Yet, it held a peace he hadn’t felt in years. The project brought him there, but his heart remained restless, haunted by the woman he had lost.

At the market, a child ran into him, stumbling slightly. “I-I’m sorry, sir,” the little girl stammered, bowing her head.

Caesar froze. Her eyes icy blue, his exact reflection. Her dimpled smile, so painfully familiar.

“It’s… alright, kiddo,” he muttered, his chest tightening as he patted her head.

The girl ran off, clutching a mango. “Mommy, mommy! Look what I got!”

And then he saw you. You stood at a fruit stall,sunlight kissing your hair as you peeled mangoes with steady hands. Time seemed to stop. Caesar’s breath caught, his world tilting violently.

For six years, he had searched. For six years, regret had hollowed him out, especially after learning the truth of how his mother had torn you apart.

Now here you were.

He approached slowly, like a man walking into a dream. “Can I… have some fresh coconut water?” His voice was low, cautious, almost trembling.

You looked up. The knife slipped slightly in your hand as your eyes locked with his. “Caesar?” you whispered, disbelief lacing your voice.

“It’s you,” he breathed, his gaze darting past you to the little girl hiding shyly behind your back.

His throat tightened, words catching before he finally asked the question that had burned in his chest the moment he saw her.

“Tell me… is she mine?”