Chapter 4

The little boy, who had just been completely indifferent to the room full of socialites, buried his face in my chest, looking terribly wronged.

"You didn't come home last night. I missed you so much."

I wrapped my arms around my son, lowering my voice to comfort him.

"Mommy had to do surgery, remember? I promised you before I left—once I get some time off, I'll take you out to play, okay?"

My son, Nolan Moretti, nodded vigorously.

"Okay! You're the best, Mommy."

Every single classmate in the room stood frozen, their faces etched with absolute disbelief.

Before anyone could…