“This is Caleb,” she said. “Mama knew him a long time ago.”
Caleb looked from one child to the other.
The boy had his eyes. Not similar. Not close.
His.
The girl had Marin’s delicate features, but Caleb’s chin, Caleb’s stubborn expression, Caleb’s exact green gaze shining out of a tiny face.
“How old are they?” Caleb asked, though the answer had already started breaking him.
Marin closed her eyes.
“Three and a half.”
The math landed like a blow.
Three and a half.
Conceived before she left.
Born while he was chasing deals across the world.
Raised while he slept in hotels, shook hands with billionaires, and told himself the emptiness was the price of greatness.
“You were pregnant,” he said.
“I didn’t know when I left,” Marin said quickly. “I found out later.”
“You never told me.”
“I tried.”
Her words were quiet, but they struck harder than anger.
“I called you, Caleb. Seventeen times in three days. Your assistant said you were traveling. Meetings. Unreachable. I left messages.”
Caleb remembered Tokyo.
The Yamamoto acquisition.
His phone on silent.
Seeing Marin’s missed calls and thinking she wanted to reopen old wounds. Thinking he was too exhausted for another fight. Thinking he would call back when the deal closed.
He never did.
“Oh God,” he said.
The little girl stepped closer to Marin.
“Mama, why are you crying?”
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