Alex remained silent, processing the magnitude of his mistake. He had spent five years building an empire, amassing wealth, while Sofia, the woman he once loved, struggled to raise their son— their son—in poverty. The image of his empty mansion and this small house teeming with life contrasted starkly.
“I want to meet him,” Alex said firmly, looking up to meet Sofia’s gaze. “I want to be a part of his life.”
Sofia looked at him skeptically. “After five years, you’ve suddenly developed a paternal instinct? Or did the millionaire discover he has an heir and now wants to claim him?” Her tone was scathing.
“It’s not about the money, Sofia,” Alex replied, trying to sound convincing, though a part of him wondered if his subconscious had played a part in the sudden urge to return. “It’s for Daniel. He’s my son. And for you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did, what I said. I was a coward. But I want to make it right. I want to compensate you for everything.”
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