The next day, Grace followed her usual routine, dropping Allen and Amy off at kindergarten.
But somehow, today the scene at the entrance felt unusually chaotic.
She didn't give it much thought, handing the kids over to the teacher and quickly walking away.
What she didn't notice was the man—William Astor—sitting in his luxury car not far off, his eyes burning a hole in her retreating back.
Through the tinted glass, his gaze was intense, like a fire that wouldn't be put out.
'So... it's been five years, and she's got a full house now.'
The boy looked almost exactly like Lucas. He had to be his son.
But the girl? She didn't resemble them at all—she looked younger, more like a child from some other relationship.
So, she'd moved on that quickly?
Was she married now?
Or was it just a
