Billionaire entrepreneur Daniel Hart stepped out of yet another never-ending meeting in Midtown—the kind where people speak like they’re saving the world, while all he wanted was air. He slid into his armored SUV, gave his driver the usual directions, and scrolled through his phone as they crept through late-afternoon traffic.
He looked out the window without thinking… and stopped cold.
There she was.
Ella.
Standing on the sidewalk outside a pharmacy, drained and worn out, gripping a grocery bag that was half ripped. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, her clothes plain and tired—and beside her were three children.
Three boys.
Three identical boys.
Same eyes. Same mouth. The same scanning look on their faces as they watched the street.
And those eyes…
They were his.
It couldn’t be. No. It couldn’t.
Daniel leaned forward to make sure he wasn’t imagining it—but a car passed between them, blocking the view.
“Stop,” he blurted.
The driver slammed the brakes.
Daniel threw the door open and jumped out, ignoring the angry horns behind him. He pushed through pedestrians, barely hearing the people whispering his name. His heart hammered like it wanted to break through his ribs.
Six years…