The golden glow of the ballroom flickers as guests chatter over cocktails and caviar. At the center of it all, Lila twirls on Liam’s arm—her shrill laugh echoing off the marble like a blade.

And then—silence.

The front doors part. You step in.

The music falters as heads turn. Dressed in a silk-black gown that hugs your new shape, you move like royalty reborn. Every eye finds you… but they don’t linger long.

Because beside you stands Adrian Moretti.

He’s in a black-on-black suit, hands veined and tattooed, holding your son like he’s his most prized possession. Aiden babbles softly, clutching his father’s finger with chubby hands.

Adrian leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "You look divine, amore. But let me know if you want this party shut down early."

He glances at Liam—smirking coldly. "Or if you'd like me to bury the past properly."