My billionaire ex-husband sat next to me on a flight just to sh3me me—until three little boys stepped out of a Bentley and ran toward me, calling, “Mom!”

“We are not doing this in front of them,” Emma said.

“You disappeared,” Blake snapped.

“No,” she replied. “You erased me.”

For a moment, the old Blake seemed to flicker through—the man she had loved before pride and suspicion destroyed them. Then his mask returned.

“I want to talk.”

“I want to take my sons home.”

His eyes flashed. “Our sons.”

The air changed.

Oliver looked up. “Our?”

Blake realized his mistake too late.