Five Minutes After Our Divorce, I Took My Kids and Left for London—While My Ex’s Entire Family Celebrated His Pregnant Mistress Until One Ultrasound Sentence Destroyed Everything…

Nick held me until I steadied myself. Then he crouched and smiled at the children. “You must be Aiden and Chloe.”

Aiden nodded carefully. Chloe hid behind my leg.

Nick smiled wider. “I have a treehouse, a Labrador who steals sandwiches, and a cook who makes the best chocolate pudding in England.”

Chloe peeked around me. “Really?”

“Absolutely.”

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