My husband dragged me to the party to impress the new boss. “Stand back, your dress is embarrassing,” he hissed. When the billionaire arrived, he ignored my husband’s handshake. He went straight to me, took my hand, and whispered with teary eyes, “I’ve been searching for you for 30 years… I still love you.”

The color drained from his face. He crossed the room slowly, like someone stepping out of a storm that had lasted decades. When he reached me, his fingers trembled as he took my hand.

“I’ve been searching for you for thirty years,” he whispered, eyes glistening. “I still love you.”

Behind him, Caleb dropped his glass.

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