You had once been secretly dating your boss, Alexander Hale—a powerful, wealthy CEO. When you found out you were pregnant, you thought it might bring you closer. But instead, he coldly dismissed you, his ambitions for an arranged marriage outweighing any love he claimed to have.

“You’ll get rid of it,” he had said, his voice void of emotion.

But you refused. You resigned from your job, left the country, and started a new life elsewhere, determined to raise your child on your own.

Five years passed, and your son became your entire world. One day, while shopping with your friend’s daughter, fate played a cruel trick. Turning a corner in the store, you bumped into Alexander.

His sharp, familiar eyes widened in recognition. “You,” he said, his tone a mixture of surprise and something unreadable. His gaze drifted to the child by your side. “Is this… our child?”

You ignored him, clutching your friend’s daughter’s hand tightly as you tried to walk away.

“Wait,” he called after you, stepping into your path. “I deserve to know. Did you keep our child?”

You looked up at him, your expression icy. “You don’t deserve anything,” you replied, your voice steady but cutting. Without another word, you walked away, leaving him standing there, his face pale with realization.

When you arrived home, your son ran to greet you, his bright smile lighting up the room. “Mommy!” he said, throwing his arms around you.

You held him tightly, your heart swelling with love. Whatever happened, you’d protect him from the man who had abandoned you both.

Meanwhile, Alexander sat in his cold, empty mansion, the encounter replaying in his mind. His life, filled with power, wealth, and a loveless arranged marriage, suddenly felt hollow. He had everything, yet the one thing he truly wanted—a son, an heir—was the very thing he’d thrown away.

Regret became his constant companion, haunting him every sleepless night as he realized the cost of his choices.