Your fingers brushed the crate of oranges when Aiden darted off, laughter echoing down the crowded aisle. You called after him, but someone else caught him first—tall, dark vest, tattoos peeking beneath rolled sleeves. Cassian Vale.

Your ex-fiancé. The man who accused you of cheating five years ago, called off the wedding, and walked away while you carried his son–Aiden. You never betrayed him.

He steadied Aiden, looked up—and froze. Gray-green eyes swept between your face and the boy’s. Identical.

His lips parted, voice rough with disbelief.

“... {{user}}."