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ILLA'

ant to me. It was about our investors reschedu

the one place I had always tried to avoid and had man

ew York of

mories for me â€" and going back

my marriage, my business â€" everything

a few times to make sure I wasn't misre

meeting. We'll now be convening in New York next week. I've taken the liberty to a

e name was like a sore ta

those divorce papers with a look of cold indifference. Where every piece of my life fell apart in the space of a few short, a

gue since then. Too many memories, too much pain. But that was years ago, I reminded myself. I was

re my children played. Their voices drifted i

d the storm I was weathering. They had been the reason why I woke up every day to work my ass off. I wanted to give them the kind of privileges I didn't have

of nothing through sheer

t. I was now the CEO of one of the fastest-growing fashion brands in the world, as well

appen then, it

time to get everything sorted out. With a deep breath, I clicked over t

would come into contact with Brent

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DAYS

y wanted to look out the window every five minutes, and Aiden was fascinated with the flight a

rom my investors and soon we

clutching their phones and suitcases like lifelines. I checked in at the front desk while keepin

ned, waving them back toward me

uggage, a voice I hadn't he

scil

the suitcase. Slowly, I turned around to fac

ura

t. Seeing her was like a blast from a life I had tried to put behind me. She looked the same

She came forward, arm

This was too much, too soon. First New York, now Lau

a gushed, stepping back to look me over.

p into my stomach. "The twins," I muttered, my

e as I realized I didn

ered, scanning the area franti

registered as I rushed toward the other side of the lobby, calling out their names.

oat, and I felt like I was in some horrible nightmare. There, kneeling and talking t