So on the wedding day, I stood outside the grand ballroom holding four small hands.
Inside, champagne glittered, music played, and the Harrisons celebrated what they believed was another perfect success.
They had no idea what was about to walk through the door.
When I stepped inside, silence spread across the room.
Every guest turned.
Across the ballroom, Ethan saw me.
Then he saw the children.
His face went completely pale.
And Victor Harrison slowly stood from his chair.
For the first time in five years, the billionaire who had paid me to disappear looked genuinely uneasy.
Because I had returned.
And I had not returned alone.
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