Chapter 6

Christiana’s POV.

The hotel suite was finally quiet, save for the muffled hum of the air conditioning. I had spent the day unpacking our few belongings, trying to turn this temporary lodging into something that felt less like an impersonal pit stop and more like a home. The twins, Ethan and Emma, had explored the room with the boundless energy that only children possess. Now, they were seated on the plush carpet, playing with the assortment of toys I’d managed to gather.

I sat on the edge of the bed, folding some clothes, when Ethan suddenly looked up from his toys. His small face was serious, his brow furrowed in thought. I sensed a shift in the room’s atmosphere, a prelude to one of his intense little conversations.

“Mom?” Ethan’s voice was unusually solemn.

I glanced up, meeting his inquisitive gaze. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“There was a man at the airport,” Ethan began, his tone holding a gravity that made me pause. “Who was he?”

I froze, my hands momentarily stilling in their task. “Which man, honey?”

“The man I bumped into,” Ethan replied, his eyes searching mine. “He looked a lot like me.”

The unexpected nature of his question caught me off guard. I struggled to maintain my composure, hoping to deflect his curiosity. “Oh, him? He wasn’t an important person.”

Ethan’s gaze sharpened, as if he were piecing together a puzzle “But he really did look like me. He seemed surprised when he saw us. Do you know him?”

into the room, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Mom, Ethan’s right! The man at the airport–he looked just

synchronized stares, my heart racing. I forced a calm smile, though I could feel

a depth that belied his age.

wide. “Yeah,

to steady my voice. The last thing I wanted was to burden them with the complexities of their Father’s presence. I needed to handle this delicately, to

“But he’s not someone who’s important to our lives right

clearly not satisfied with the answer. “Are

her innocent trust was

fully disclose. “I’m sure. We don’t need to worry about him. Let’s focus on

clearly unconvinced but willing to accept my reassurance for now. Emma’s eyes, though

their toys, their chatter about the mysterious man continued in whispers. I watched them, my mind racing with the realization that the past was not just behind me–it was here, disrupting the fragile peace I had worked so hard to build. The man from the airport was not just a ghost

and Emma were still playing, their innocent chatter now punctuated by the occasional puzzled

reminded of the man who had once been my husband–Alex. I had

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Chapter 6

and without his support. The betrayal still stung. The way Alex had discarded me, his remorseless decision to choose someone else over me, left scars that seemed to flare up with every reminder of his presence. Seeing him

security. I believed that continuing to keep Alex

stirred up anxiety. I knew Ethan was particularly sensitive and perceptive. His questions had already shown that he wasn’t

that our business expansion continued without interruption. With a determined stride, I reached for my phone and dialed

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