The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Your child

"Wait, did she just collect the phone from me? I couldn't believe it. A chuckle escaped my lips before I swiftly took the phone back from her.

"Alright, sign the divorce papers first and then we can talk about starting over again," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of amusement. But then she took me by surprise with her response.

"There's no need to sign the papers, let's just start over again," she said, sounding sincere. The irony of the situation almost overwhelmed me, and I had to suppress a burst of laughter.

"Susan, I think I've given you enough time," I said sternly, my patience wearing thin. "I want those divorce papers ready by tomorrow, or else!" With that, I ended the call, leaving a lingering tension in the air.

"I thought you wanted to go back to that woman," Nathalie said, her voice filled with disdain. "I can't allow someone who treated my brother poorly to come back into his life." A mixture of surprise and joy washed over me as I realized what she had said. Did