Billionaire husband of mine

n – stared back at Stephanie and Ethan, a stark contrast to the powerful CEO they both knew."William Thompson?" Stephanie whispered, the name feeling foreign on her tong

despite the tremor within. "Amelia, her son... they deserve to know the truth."Ethan nodded curtly, a mix of emotions flickering across his face. "Yes," he finally agreed. "But how? It's been years."Stephanie pointed to the faded address listed on the passport – a small coastal town in England, a place William had called home for a brief, yet life-altering period."We start there," she declared, a newfound determination burning in her eyes. "We go to the source, retrace William's steps, and find the pieces of the past he tried so desperately to bury."Their "marriage of convenience" had taken yet another unexpected turn. Now, they were not just bound by a business agreement and family loyalty, but by a shared quest to uncover a long-buried secret. Their journey to find William's son would force them to confront his past,their own hidden vulnerabilities, and perhaps, pave the way for a future neither of them dared to imagine.As the sun dipped below the cityscape, casting an orange glow across the room, a new chapter in the Fiore family legacy began to unfold. One filled with the echoes of the past, the promise of redemption, and the possibility of a family reunion born out of a forced marriage.The journey to the quaint English coastal town felt like a pilgrimage into Stephanie and Ethan's past, a past intricately linked to the man who had brought them together under such unusual circumstances. Landing in London, they rented a car and embarked on a scenic drive, the rolling green hills and charming villages a stark contrast to the bustling city they'd left behind.Ethan, usually reserved and composed, seemed lost in thought. Stephanie tried engaging him in conversation, but his responses were clipped and distracted. The weight of the secret he'd just discovered, the possibility of a half-brother, was clearly a heavy burden on his shoulders.Reaching their destination, a small seaside town with cobbled streets and colorful houses, they found a quaint inn overlooking the harbor. As they settled into their room, Stephanie noticed a worn travel guide tucked away on the nightstand. Flipping through it, sh