The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Human trafficking

"Nope, I haven't been able to connect with him," he admitted, his voice tinged with a note of defeat. He glanced at her, searching her eyes for a clue. "Did you want to see him?" he asked, his brows furrowing with genuine concern.

Her response was a silent nod, accompanied by a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She longed to deliver the message to him, to let him know that she no longer possessed their child. But her voice betrayed the heaviness that burdened her heart, the pain of losing a precious life.

"I just want to let him know," she whispered, her words laced with deep sorrow. "I don't have his child anymore." The weight of her confession hung in the air, carrying all the emotions and intensity of her shattered dreams. A sense of resignation washed over her, realizing that with his absence, she might have to release her grip on what could have been.

In that poignant moment, their gazes held the weight of unspoken longing, understanding, and shared grief. The room seemed to hold its