Seven Years His Hidden Heartbreak

r truly mine. Leo, clutching his worn teddy bear, stood beside me, a small suitcase at his feet. The s

uitcase. He had a triumphant, almost regal air, as if he were leading a parade. Kassidy, dazzling in a tight red dress, clung to his arm, her smile wide

us expression faltered, a flicker of panic in his

overly sweet, her eyes wide with feigned surprise. She glanced

from her saccharine glare. "We're leaving, Kassidy.

g up a few loose ends before her departure. She's a fantastic employee, always so diligent." He patted my shoulder

cal blow. Employee. Seven years, a child, a secret marriage, and I was just an emplo

rained silence. He squirmed from behind my

ped from Leo to me, then back to Leo. Kassidy

I had made to protect Holden's image. But today, in his excitement, he had forgotten. My son's innocent face was brimming with hope, yet his small l

at my skirt. "Can we just go? Please?" His hopeful eyes, j

of happiness. "Of course, sweet pea. Let's go." I bent down,

my arm. "Wait," he said, his voice hoarse, his

ip tightened. "Or did you forget you had a son?" I flung the words back at him, the suppressed anger finally bubbling to the surface. He had always explicitl

es, suddenly dark and heavy, fixed on my face. "Adri

atching the scene with wide-eyed curiosity, a faint hint of triumph in her expression. "Explain

a complex mixture of regret and accusation. "Just give me a

nd hard. "She's waiting for you." I nodded towards K

turned, a cold sneer on my face, and walked out