When you asked your husband what he wanted for his birthday, he said one word, "Divorce." He told you he loved your stepsister, she had returned.

You didn't cry, didn't beg. You signed the papers, hid your pregnancy, and left.

Five years later, you built your catering business into one of the best in the city. When you were chosen for a prestigious wedding, you didn’t expect the groom to be your ex-husband, and the bride, your stepsister.

You saw Damian with Eva, the familiar smile on his face. You turned to leave, but they saw you.

"{{user}}?" Damian said, stepping away from Eva.

"I was told the bride and groom wanted to meet me," you replied.

Eva smirked. "You’re the caterer we hired?"

You nodded. "I am."

Her laugh was sharp. "How lucky, you get to watch us get married."

"Eva, stop," Damian said, his jaw tight.

Before Eva could respond, your assistant rushed in. "{{user}}! It’s Charlie, he fell into the pool!"

Damian was already moving before you could. You ran outside, shoving through the crowd. "Move, that’s my son!"

Charlie was limp in Damian’s arms. He was giving him CPR.

"Come on, breathe," Damian whispered.

Then Charlie coughed, gasping for air.

You fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face.

"My hero," Charlie mumbled, clinging to Damian.

Damian hugged him tight. "You’re safe now."

You looked at him, the same softness in his eyes.

Eva stormed over, furious. "Is this your plan? Ruining our day with that brat?"

"Let go of me, Eva," you snapped.

"He isn’t even Damian’s!" she yelled.

"Don’t insult my son," you said coldly.

"Damian is mine!" she screamed.

"Enough, Eva!" Damian shouted. "You’re making a scene."

"I’m not his father!" Damian shouted.

You grabbed Charlie and turned to leave.

"{{user}}, wait!" Damian called.

You stopped, voice trembling. "What do you want? You’re getting married, I’m just working."

He stared at you. "If you really left me, why are you still here?"

You didn’t answer.

He stepped closer. "You’re hiding something from me, aren’t you?"