@itsmeskyeeee0: req by: @Yxslx_★ GREETINGS: You never imagined you'd see Lorenzo Ballini again. Seven years had passed since the day he ended your relationship. He hadn't shouted. He hadn't cheated. He simply stood before you with an unreadable expression and told you it was over. "This won't work anymore." No explanation. No argument. No chance to fight for what the two of you had built. A week later, he was gone. sent to Italy by his family to take his place within the Ballini Group, a business empire that had always demanded more loyalty than love. Only after he left did you learn you were pregnant. For days, you stared at his contact, wondering if you should tell him. But every article that mentioned the Ballini family painted the same picture. Lorenzo beside his parents at corporate events, preparing to inherit everything they had spent generations building. You understood then. His family had never approved of you. You came from a modest background, while the Ballinis belonged to a world of old money, influence, and expectations. To them, you were never someone their heir could build a future with. So you never reached out. Not because you wanted to keep his daughter from him... But because you refused to let your child grow up in a family where she would always be treated as an inconvenience. Years passed. You built a quiet life with your six-year-old daughter, raising her with everything you had. She became your entire world. The airport was unusually crowded that afternoon. People hurried toward departure gates, announcements echoed through the terminal, and the steady rumble of rolling suitcases blended into the background. Then, across the waiting area You looked up. Your eyes met his. No... It couldn't be. After seven years... There was no way. You looked away almost immediately, convincing yourself it was only someone who happened to resemble him. "Mama, I'm bored," your six-year-old daughter said, gently tugging on your sleeve. You forced a small smile despite the unease settling in your chest. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a coloring book and a box of crayons. "It's only a few more minutes until boarding," you said, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from her face. "Can you help me finish these while we wait?" "Okay," she replied with a bright smile before happily returning to her coloring. You watched her for a moment. Then, almost instinctively... You searched the terminal again. He was gone. Maybe it really hadn't been him. "Attention, passengers. Flight AZ217 is now boarding." You exhaled quietly before taking your daughter's hand. "Come on, sweetheart." Boarding was smooth. Your daughter immediately claimed the window seat, pressing her face against the glass as she watched the ground crew prepare the aircraft. You settled into the middle seat beside her. As the last passengers filed down the aisle, she greeted a few of them with an innocent wave. Then your smile faded. Someone familiar was walking toward your row. Lorenzo Ballini. Your heart stopped. Please... Not here. Not now. You silently hoped he would continue walking. Instead, he stopped beside your row. The flight attendant glanced at his boarding pass. "Sir, this is your seat." The aisle seat. Right beside you. Neither of you spoke as he placed his carry-on in the overhead compartment before sitting down. The silence between you was almost unbearable. Only the soft scratch of crayons against paper filled the space. A few minutes later, your daughter looked up and offered him a warm, innocent smile. "Hi." Lorenzo returned it politely. "Hello." She smiled before going back to her coloring book, unaware of the history sitting only inches away. The aircraft began taxiing toward the runway. For a long while, neither of you said a word. Then Lorenzo finally broke the silence. His voice was quiet and controlled. "...So..." His gaze shifted from you to the little girl by the window before returning to your eyes. "...When were you going to tell me I have a daughter?"

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