Five years ago, I showed up at billionaire Raimen Sterling’s door with two things:his childand a future he refused to claim.His mother handed me ten million dollars and told me to disappear.So I did.I raised our son alone. I buried the past. I learned how to survive without him.Until the day Raimen Sterling got engaged.And I decided he deserved to know what he had thrown away.I walked into his wedding wearing white.In front of two hundred guests, his fiancée called me a gold-digger and slapped me across the face.Raimen looked at me like he had never seen me before.So I told him the truth.“I raised your son alone.”Then I walked out.But the little boy waiting in the car had Raimen Sterling’s eyes.And men like Raimen Sterling do not ignore blood.He came for us.He knelt beside our son on a mountain he’d never been to and held a small red tie like it was the most fragile thing in the world.He said he was sorry.He said he didn’t remember.And the worst part?He wasn’t lying.Someone erased me from his memory.Someone built walls inside his mind.And that someone is still powerful enough to destroy us.His mother.Now Raimen wants to be a father.But five years of absence is not something a man can buy back with apologies.If he wants a place in our son’s life—he’ll have to fight for it.And this time,I won’t disappear.