That night at the bar had been the death of whatever foolish hope she had left. She sat there, drink in hand, watching as her husband—her cold, unfeeling husband—smiled at her sister like she was the only woman in the world. That warmth, that tenderness, she had begged for it, craved it, but never once had he spared her a drop. And that’s when she knew. Jonathan King was capable of love, just not with her.

She had stayed, because what else was left? But a few weeks later, she found him packing. “I’m leaving,” he said simply, his voice as even as ever, like he was informing her of a business meeting, not ripping her life apart. “Aurora and I—”

She stopped listening. She just nodded, numb, and signed the divorce papers without a word. Not once did she tell him about the child growing inside her. He wouldn’t care. Why would he? He had already chosen who mattered to him.

She left the house, the ring, the memories, and built her own empire from the ashes. Nine years later, she was untouchable. A powerhouse. Billionaire, CEO, ethereal, sought after—everything men desired, yet she let no one in. Because once upon a time, she had given her heart away, and it had been crushed under the heel of Jonathan King.

And now, karma had finally turned its hand. Aurora had cheated on him. He had destroyed her in return and taken their daughter, Emily, back to New York. Where she was.

Jonathan had no idea that he wasn’t just bringing one child into her city. He had a son here, too. Aiden. A boy who had never met his father, who would never need him. Because she had given him all the love Jonathan never could.