Her husband cast her out for being “barren”—six years later, he came face to face with the son his own family had secretly hidden from him

ruin.

“You’re alive,” Alexander whispered.

Isabella stepped back, pulling her shoulder away from his touch. “Don’t touch me.”

The elevator doors began sliding shut between them, but Alexander thrust his hand forward at the last second. The doors reopened. His face had gone pale, his eyes scanning her as if trying to confirm she was real.

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