The Billionaire's Hidden Son

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"He doesn't have to apologize," she murmured quietly, her voice tinged with a mix of guilt and resignation. In that moment, it became clear to her that placing blame solely on the other person was a convenient escape from the truth. "It was all my fault," she confessed, her words dripping with a raw honesty that cut through the air.

A somber expression clouded her face as she cast her gaze downward, her eyes fixated on the ground as if searching for answers within the cracks of the pavement. The weight of her carelessness settled heavily upon her, pressing down on her shoulders like an invisible burden. Regret gnawed at her with unrelenting persistence, each pang a reminder of the consequences that could have been avoided.

"I should have been more careful," she admitted, her voice now laced with a touch of self-reproach. The admission hung in the air, lingering between them like an unspoken promise of self-improvement. It was an acknowledgement of her misjudgment, and a resolve to lea