My Husband Dragged Me to a Gala to Impress His New Boss. He Told Me to Hide. Then the CEO Walked Past Him—Straight to Me.

“I’ve Been Looking for You for Thirty Years”

He stopped an arm’s length away.

Close enough for me to see the silver in his hair.

Close enough to see his hands shaking.

“Naomi,” he whispered. “Oh my God.”

The room disappeared.

“I’ve been searching for you,” he said. “For thirty years.”

Investigators. Reunions. Dead ends.

“I never stopped.”

Behind him, I heard glass hit marble.

Kenneth’s drink slipping from his hand.

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