The Son Who Broke Her

The Oak Room, our spot, sparking a small, hopeful smile that he remembered. I planned a surprise,

ily Stone, his first love and now his indispensable secretary. Her tinkling laugh, his gentle smile

sruptive. "Just stay home," he ordered, before hanging up and blocking my number. That night, Mark returned, echoing Alex's accusation

ing my pain and easily claiming full custody of Alex. Alex, summoned by Mark, delivered the

dured affairs, neglect, and belittling. But this? This was the end. The final, brutal severing. From that moment on, a new