He Abandoned the Maid and Their Baby—But Destiny Brought Them Back Together

He couldn’t have been more than two or three. Chestnut curls, wide brown eyes… and dimples that mirrored Ethan’s perfectly.

Ethan’s throat went dry.

“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice low, almost pleading.

“I didn’t come for money,” Grace replied. “I came because your son needs you.”

The word hit him harder than any press headline ever could.

“Son?”

“He’s sick, Ethan. He has leukemia. He needs a bone marrow transplant—and you’re his only match.”

The whiskey glass in Ethan’s hand dropped and shattered against the floor.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

He could command rooms. He could bend cities. But this?

He had no words.

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