I Hid My Billionaire Ex’s Twins for Nearly Five Years, and When Our Little Boy Ran Across a Crowded Seattle Street Festival, Hugged His Legs, and Shouted “Appa!”—Adrian Finally Discovered He Had Two Children, But the Moment I Revealed Who Had Forced Me to Disappear, His Trusted Adviser Went Pale!

Probability of Paternity: 99.99%.

He had ordered the rushed, court-admissible genetic testing within forty-eight hours of the Pike Street festival, utilizing strands of hair from Ethan’s discarded jacket and Emma’s hairbrush, which his security team had discreetly retrieved from the bakery.

The science was indisputable. He had a son and a daughter. Four years and ten months old.

The heavy oak doors opened silently, and Daniel Seo walked into the room. The older man looked subdued, his usual immaculate composure slightly frayed at the edges.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Park?” Daniel asked quietly.

Adrian did not look up immediately. He slowly closed the file folder, the sound echoing loudly in the silent, vaulted room.

“Sit down, Daniel,” Adrian said.

Daniel took a seat across from the table, folding his hands neatly over his lap. “I assume this is about the Bennett woman and the children.”

“It’s about insubordination, fraud, and corporate sabotage,” Adrian said, finally raising his eyes. The look in them made Daniel flinch. “Five years ago, Claire Bennett came to my penthouse. She told me she was pregnant. I told her I needed forty-thee hours to speak with my grandfather and prepare for the announcement. The next morning, I flew to Tokyo. While I was in the air, you visited her.”

Daniel swallowed hard, but maintained a veneer of professional dignity. “I acted in the best interest of Park Meridian, sir. The board could not afford a scandal during the Asian expansion negotiations. Miss Bennett was an intern; you were the designated successor. It was a calculated risk management decision.”

“It was not your decision to make,” Adrian snarled, standing up so abruptly his chair screeched against the polished floor. He leaned over the table, his knuckles pressed hard against the wood. “You played her a forged voicemail. You threatened her. You drove the woman I loved—the mother of my children—out of San Francisco with nothing more than the clothes on her back and a broken heart.”

“Mr. Park—Adrian—please look at the bigger market cap—”

“Shut your mouth,” Adrian whispered, his voice trembling with a terrifying, controlled rage. “Do you have any idea what I lost? Do you know what it’s like to walk past children in the park and feel a hollow ache in your chest for five years, wondering why a ghost haunts your memory? Do you know what Claire went through, raising my children alone while you sat in this tower plotting our lives?”

Daniel bowed his head. “My loyalty was to the family dynasty, Adrian. Your grandfather—”

“My grandfather is dead and buried, and Park Meridian answers to me now,” Adrian interrupted. “Effective immediately, your employment is terminated. You will clear your desk within the hour. If you attempt to contact Claire, the children, or any media outlet, I will ensure you spend the rest of your natural life defending yourself against federal wire fraud and extortion charges.”

Daniel looked up, real fear finally breaking through his stoic mask. He realized there was no negotiation left. Without a word, he stood up, turned, and walked out of the boardroom, closing the door softly behind him.

Adrian sank back into his chair, rubbing his temples. The corporate victory felt hollow. Winning against Daniel didn’t erase five lost years. It didn’t bring back the first steps he missed, the first words he never heard, or the lonely nights Claire spent weeping over a kitchen table.

His phone buzzed on the mahogany table.

An incoming text message from an unknown Seattle number.

“If you want to see them again without scaring them, meet me at Green Lake Park at 4:00 PM. Alone. — C.”