Three months later, Evelyn arrived at NovaTech headquarters in her black Bentley, Noah in his stroller. Daniel was waiting outside, thin and desperate.
“Evelyn, please,” he begged. “That’s my son. I have rights.”
She stopped, her expression calm as glass. “You signed them away.”
“I made a mistake,” he said. “It was my mother’s fault. I still love you.”
Evelyn’s eyes softened for a moment, then hardened again. “You had a wife and treated her like a burden. You had a family and threw it away. Don’t call it love now.”
“Please,” he whispered.
“Don’t contact me again,” she said quietly. “Or my lawyers will make sure you regret it more than you already do.”
She turned and walked away as photographers captured the moment. The next morning’s headline read: “Fallen Man Begs Billionaire Ex-Wife for Mercy.”
Evelyn didn’t read it. She had already moved on.
