A Baby for the Billionaire

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KEREM

When I got to my apartment in New York, they were waiting for me, which I never what to imagine.

I didn't know they were still in town.

As soon as I saw them, my heart knotted, but it was enough to make me realize that you can't run away from reality when everything cries out for your presence. When there are such important aspects that you have to take care of.

Neville was in my apartment, Thammy was with my son, Elijah was also at home ready to forgive me, as Neville never quite withdrew but saved me from obscurity with a side account when the stock market seemed to have crashed all our stocks before my absence.

Neville saved me.

Thammy saved me.

Ali saved me.

Elijah saved me.

Juliet... She saved me. But she was not there at this moment.

Zara's parents were here with their daughter's ashes, giving me the opportunity to dispose of them if I wanted to; they were aware that something bad had happened. We had a chance to talk.

I totally disappeared from their lives after the flight in which she disappeared until they confirmed with genetic tests, as well as the last missing bodies, that they belonged to her. I didn't want to have anything to do with her family, or the flight, or the accident, or the opportunity to go to the field to see the operators work.

Soon they will finish cleaning up the debris from the flight and Zara's parents will stay until they know for sure.

I told them about Ali's dubious paternity, about Ian's resignation for wanting to know about it, and also about my problems with the secret life my wife had built behind my back.

Also regarding what her expectations were, that she was happy in her own way, that she committed desperate acts just to avoid ruining my life or my son's. She kept silent for fear of my reaction, I guess. There were more messages, more letters, more statements from Zara about guilt and the need for everything to end.

And finished.

But not in the best way.

I want her to rest in peace, to be safe wherever she is, for her parents to take the ashes away once the expedition is over and the ceremony before operations begin to clean up the debris from her flight, and if Ian really intends to not appear again, let him go away as he has planned. Establish himself in the firm's name away from the United States and be someone new.

I don't know if that's possible, but I need to be at peace, something that couldn't be while he's around me.

The day after my arrival, Zara's parents left for the expedition. Upon returning to Turkey, they would spread the ashes as planned from the beginning (I was not going to oppose that decision).

I talked to Thammy and asked her to come with me on a trip. Neville would stay to cover me with the signature. Because not everything was solved.

I still had something.

Probably, the thing with which I had messed her up the worst and would need my absolute redemption to be able to be at peace with myself once and for all.

She was happy.

They all were.

They supported me in my decision.

I got the plane ticket and left hours after Zara's parents did too, but in opposite directions with a common goal; to move on with our lives beyond the pain and let her go once and for all.

On the way to the airport, I spoke with Massera and asked for a meeting with Candela.

It was not an easy task, but it was a race against time.

Every minute that passed, I felt like my whole life depended on it.

Until I got to Milan.

We arrived.

The three of us.

I looked for Candela, and she gave me the meeting. She thought I was a stalker, but it was hard for me to find Juliet, until a word from Ali managed to move the heart of the owner of the haute couture firm and she told me that she was busy at an event

But where could he find her on the way out.

I should have been here an hour ago.

She wouldn't make it, she was pretty sure, but what if something had happened to her? Thammy stayed, this should be homework for just the two of us. We would have to deal with it firsthand with Ali.

She didn't want to lose sight of the house either, she needed to be there for when she returned.

I hugged my son tightly, who had already fallen asleep in my arms. I was beginning to wonder if the data hadn't been wrong or if it was all a mistake, since Juliet wasn't registered in the old house.

Perhaps because of the few days that she had been living here?

Until I could see her.

In the distance.

Two figures.

A girl and a boy.

She...

...unmistakably it was her.

I waited with Ali at the fountain in a park, sitting with my son, in front of the house block while a boy said goodbye to her.

She hugged him.

And my heart was petrified

I considered turning around and disappearing, but I wouldn't have traveled that many miles for nothing.

At the very least, she would have to know that I would have come for her. I had to know. Juliet had to know.

I traveled so many miles with an urgent truth to tell...