My Ex-Husband's Regret: The Billionaire's Return

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broken. Three million dollars to raise a stranger's child.

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ccept what I've given you. Pro

suddenly aware of the sweat cooling on his spine. The words reeked of fe

bossed, expensive. The papers inside detailed guardianship transfer procedures, trust fu

Sign here, it instructed, above a blank line. Upon execution,

to years of responsibility for a child he'd never met. Years

erent to his crisis. Somewhere out there, a fifteen-year-old boy was waking up to

the letter. You're t

years of hostility. And still, a

envelope. Gathered the scattered papers and slid t

were already moving toward the bedroom, toward his

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ter had become, and what kind of monster had