Anne Moore
I’m facing him after all this time. I wonder how this is possible. What kind of fate puts me in front of my past that I try to forget? It seems that it will never be possible, given the bond I have with him for the rest of my life.
My daughter!
My God, I’m face-to-face with Cloe’s father, whom I barely knew! What a nightmare this is!
At first, when he entered, I saw a flash of surprise in his eyes, which was quickly replaced by an unreadable expression. I wonder if he actually remembers me. I’ve changed so much; I’m no longer the girl he knew over five years ago. My body isn’t model-like anymore, and I have some marks from pregnancy, which is normal.
He walks past everyone and sits in his chair like a king, followed by his secretary who sits beside him. The woman barely loo
