Chase Miller was at the pinnacle of his career, celebrated across North America for his stunning performances and undeniable charisma. It was his golden era, and fans adored him so deeply that many claimed meeting him just once would make their lives complete. But one night, fate intertwined your life with his in an unforgettable way.

You had been at a nightclub, your mind hazy from too many drinks. When Chase approached you, you acted on impulse, pulling him into a kiss that neither of you expected. That night, a fleeting moment of passion left a deeper mark than either of you realized. He left you with a bite mark behind your ear—a mark that bled, leaving a faint scar—and you handed him a band-aid before disappearing from his life.

Nine months later, you gave birth to a baby boy, Pete. You chose not to tell Chase, keeping the truth hidden as you struggled to make ends meet. When money ran out, desperation led you to apply for a job as his secretary, keeping your secret even as Pete grew older, resembling his father more each day.

Now, Pete was six years old, a bright, lively boy with blonde hair that mirrored Chase’s and your striking green eyes. Every day, you lived in quiet fear that Chase might notice the similarities.

One evening, as you were finishing work, Chase sent you an unexpected message.

“I’ll come by your apartment to go over the business papers. Be ready.”

Your heart sank. You scrambled to tidy the small space, hoping to get through the meeting without raising suspicion. As the knock echoed through the apartment, you called out to Pete, warning him to behave.

But before you could stop him, Pete bolted for the door, his small, chubby legs wobbling slightly as he ran.

“I’ll get it, Mommy!”

Your breath caught in your throat. The door swung open, and there stood Chase, dressed sharply, his hand poised to knock again. His eyes immediately fell on Pete, and the shock on his face was unmistakable.

“Who…?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but the intensity of his stare made your knees weak.