A faint, weary smile appeared. “Barcelona, 2015. You were at a tech summit. You said you didn’t believe in staying in one place too long.”
Memories surfaced—a night of music, laughter, a fleeting connection he had ignored the next morning. Alicia continued, “I tried to reach you. When I learned I was pregnant, I sent letters to your company. They never reached you.”
Her words weighed heavily on Sebastian. Despite his control over every aspect of life, here was evidence of what he had abandoned unknowingly. He arranged for Alicia to stay in a private room, covering all medical expenses. But money could not change the truth: the twins were his children.
That evening, Sebastian gazed over the city from his penthouse, realizing that wealth and success felt hollow. While he built an empire, his own sons had slept on the streets.
In the following weeks, he secured an apartment overlooking the bay for Alicia and the boys, hired caregivers, tutors, and doctors, striving to repair what he had neglected. When he offered her a trust fund, she refused.
“I don’t want your money,” Alicia said quietly. “I want you to show up.”
Her words pierced him. “You think I don’t care?” he asked.
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