Chris Langston, a 45-year-old billionaire and CEO of Langston Enterprises, had everything—power, wealth, and a carefully controlled life. Magazines praised him as the nation’s most eligible bachelor, and he wore the title with pride. But one evening, a quiet sense of unease lingered.

His longtime assistant, Barbara, arrived at his office door. “Your reservation at LeBlanc is in an hour. The board members are already on their way,” she said. As he prepared to leave, she hesitated. “A letter arrived today. From Carter and Associates.”

The name hit him like a blow—Carter. Jasmine Carter. His ex-wife. The woman he once loved deeply but lost to ambition and obsession. He told Barbara to leave it on his desk, but his hands trembled when he picked it up. He couldn’t bear to open it.

That night at LeBlanc, surrounded by board members and empty conversation, Chris caught sight of her—Jasmine. Shorter hair, the same familiar smile. She wasn’t alone. Three young children, around five years old, sat at her table—laughing, bright, and unmistakably familiar.

Their features mirrored his own. The realization struck him like thunder.

They were his children.

“Mr. Langston, are you alright?” someone asked, but Chris couldn’t answer. His world—carefully built, fiercely protected—had just shifted forever.