The Billionaire's Runaway Wife

"You found her?" Javier Petronides asked his head of security Marco. He was sheathing inside. How dare she leave him, not for a year or two but for five years.He had searches for her for all these years, hired private detectives combined with his security team but it was in no vain. Until now. " Yes Sir, we did but there is something else you should know." Javier stared at Marco trying to figure out what that something was, that could make his head of security so uneasy. In an exasperated tone Javier said, "Tell me." "She was not alone." Marco replied. Javier's first thought was that his wife had a lover. Rage pulsed in his vains. How dare she leave him and then see someone else whilst still married to him. "Who is he?" he asked "His name is Nicolo." Marco replied "I want to know everything about him, including which food he eats every morning." " But sir, the thing is......" Marco never got to finish what he was trying to say before Javier interrupted him. "No buts Marco, I also want to know his age and how long they have been seeing each other." " Sir his full name is Nicolo Petronides and he is almost five." Javier heard what Marco said but it did not make any sense to him at all. "Come again." he said. Marco relayed the information to him again in the exact same words but his last words had him immobile with shock, "He is your son". After a few moments of silence he began to hear again for a while there he had lost his hearing because he had seen Marco's lips move but still could not be able to make out what he was saying. "Marco, tell me all the details again." "We could not find your wife because she was in France, living in a small town in Paris. We also discovered that she gave birth to a son almost five years ago and she is working as a florist. To be exact she has her own shop were she sells all sorts and kinds of flowers. I had my team follow her around for a few days to take pictures and know her daily routine. Here are the pictures." Javier stared at his desk were Marco had placed the pictures. There she was as beautiful as ever. Her blond hair was longer than he remembered, it was almost to her waist now and had many vicious curls. Her breasts were full and had lushy curves. She was gorgeous. A few more pictures showed her selling flowers but the last two caught his attention more. She was in a park and next to her was a boy. He looked adorable and they were smiling. The other one the boy was kissing her cheek. How dare she keep his son from him. He looked at the pictures for a few more minutes and abruptly he said, "Get my jet ready, i have a family reunion to attend." "Yes sir, rightaway." Marco replied already heading towards the door.