My Husband Insisted I Come To The Gala To Impress The New Owner. “Stay In The Back, Your Dress Is Too Casual,” He Muttered. When The Billionaire Arrived, He Barely Acknowledged My Husband’s Handshake. He Walked Straight To Me, Took My Hands, And Whispered, Eyes Shining: “I’ve Been Looking For You For 30 Years… I Never Forgot You.” My Husband Let His Glass Slip.

“Julian,” I whispered back, barely able to find my voice. Without hesitation, he reached out and took both my hands in his—the same way he used to do when we were young. His hands were warm and steady.

And I could feel the absence of a wedding ring. His ring finger was bare. “I’ve been looking for you for 30 years,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

His dark eyes were bright with unshed tears. And when he spoke again, his words carried across the suddenly silent ballroom. “I still love you.”

The sound of Fletcher’s champagne glass hitting the marble floor echoed like a gunshot through the stunned silence that followed.

Julian’s words hung in the air between us like a bridge I wasn’t sure I was brave enough to cross. Around us, the gala had effectively stopped. Conversations died mid-sentence as the city’s most powerful people stared at the scene unfolding before them.

I could feel their curiosity burning into my skin. But all I could see was Julian’s face—older and more weathered than the boy I had loved. Unmistakably him.

“This is ridiculous.”

Fletcher’s voice cut through the moment like a blade. He stepped between Julian and me, his face flushed with humiliation and rage. “Moren, what the hell is going on here?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came.

How could I explain 30 years of buried heartache in front of a room full of strangers? How could I tell my husband that he had never been anything more than a refuge from the pain of losing the only man I had ever truly loved? Julian’s eyes never left my face.

“Could we speak privately?” he asked, his voice gentle, but carrying the unmistakable authority of someone accustomed to being obeyed. Fletcher laughed harshly. “Privately?

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