“Chloe, don’t do this,” he begged, taking another step forward, his hand outstretched. “Please. Let me make it up to you. Let me be their father.”
“My lawyers will be in touch to discuss what happens next regarding them,” I said coldly, opening the door of the waiting vehicle. “But as for you and me? You got your catch-up, Harrison. And this is where we part ways.”
I helped the boys into their seats, buckled them in, and slid into the back beside them. As the door clicked shut, sealing out the noise of the world, I looked through the tinted glass.
Harrison stood frozen on the curb of the Chicago airport, surrounded by his wealth, his security, and his power—utterly and entirely alone. He had sought me out to remind me of what I had lost, only to watch his own empire turn to ash in the wind.
As the car pulled away into the bustling city, I hugged my boys tight, finally leaving the ghost of Harrison Sterling exactly where he belonged: in the past
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