Victor quickly started the engine and drove off before anyone could notice him.
His grip tightened on the steering wheel, disappointment settling heavily in his chest. For a brief
moment, he had truly believed she was Elara.
But the child.
The man.
That peaceful family scene.
It all seemed to confirm what she had claimed — she was Zara Williams, not the broken woman
he once knew.
He drove aimlessly until he found a quiet place to park. Turning off the engine, he leaned back
in his seat and let out a long, exhausted sigh.
Maybe he had been wrong.
Maybe he had only seen what he wanted to see.
Just as he was about to start the car again, his phone buzzed.
A message from his assistant.
Sir, Mrs. Zara Williams has lived in the USA for most of her life. There is no record
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