Carol knew now or at least she knew enough. She remembered their conversation in Singapore—remembered the grief in him then. She had wondered who exactly had broken his heart. Now she had her answer standing right in front of her with bright eyes and a pregnant stomach tied to another man.
She had finally found the source of her son's heartbreak. But still… He did not seem heartbroken. Not anymore. She studied him as he leaned into the open car door to say something to Valentina that made her smile.
No, heartbreak was not what sat on him now.
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Bianca stood on the back balcony of her suite and watched the preparations below. The suite she once shared with her husband no longer felt like a room. It felt like a sentence.
