The CEO's Regret: His Lost Wife's Secret Twins novel Chapter 125

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1 tap the screen to answer Thomas’s video call. As the connection establishes, a blurry image appears-a glimpse of something golden. A mask. My chest suddenly tightens as the figure moves out of frame, replaced by Thomas’s bearded face.

“Where are you?” I demand.

“Just finished a meeting, sorting through paperwork. You know, a room full of men talking numbers, Thomas replies, his voice tinged

with boredom. “Same as every Tuesday.”

My shoulders relax slightly. The tension that gripped me moments ago begins to fade, but doesn’t disappear entirely.

“You’re calling about the partnership strategy for the second half, right?” Thomas continues. “I’ll have my assistant send it over right

away.”

“Hmm, I respond, barely listening. My mind is still caught on that golden mask. Why did it affect me this way?

A cold smile forms on my lips as I end the call. I must be losing my mind, thinking every random figure I catch a glimpse of could be

Aria.

ARIA

I step into my London office, still wearing the golden mask from the conference. The quarterly meeting always drags on too long, but at least it’s my last major commitment before returning to New York. As I pull off the mask, I notice Jessica standing by my desk, clutching a tablet with an apologetic expression.

“More work?” I ask, setting down my portfolio. “I thought we wrapped everything up at the summary meeting before heading back to the

States.

‘Actually, I’m here because someone’s been asking for you,” Jessica says with a small smile, gesturing toward my chair.

That’s when I see him-my three-year-old son William sitting in my executive chair, his little legs dangling well above the floor. He’s holding a pen nearly as long as his tiny hand, solemnly signing his name on what appears to be actual company documents.

“William! What are you doing here?” I rush over, unable to suppress my smile despite my best efforts to look stern.

“Working,” he answers simply, not looking up from his task. His ice-blue eyes remain focused on the paper before him-eyes so identical to his father’s that sometimes it takes my breath away.

‘I’m sorry, Ms. Taylor, Jessica says. William insisted on finalizing his game distribution agreement himself.”

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I shake my head in amazement. My three-year-old son, the gaming prodigy. Just three months ago, William designed a desktop game that has since taken Europe by storm. One month after launch, it’s generating over a million dollars in daily revenue. The tech magazines have been clamoring for interviews with the ‘anonymous programming genius’ behind the game-if they only knew he still takes afternoon naps and can’t tie his own shoes.

“The American market preparation is complete, Mom, William informs me, his vocabulary and speech patterns shockingly advanced for his age. “We can implement upon arrival to New York.”

Jessica watches him with undisguised admiration. “Your children are truly remarkable, Ms. Taylor. Aurora is the sweetest, most polite little girl I’ve ever met, and William… well, he’s something else entirely.”

I nod, my chest swelling with pride mixed with an ever-present anxiety. Few people know how close I came to losing them. The pregnancy had been high-risk from the start-complications, bed rest, and constant fear. For months, I barely left the hospital room, terrified that any movement might harm them. Then came the premature birth, the incubators, the endless nights watching their tiny chests rise and fall, praying each breath wouldn’t be their last.

Those moments shaped me, hardened my resolve. I would do anything-absolutely anything-to protect my children. The world could burn around me, and I wouldn’t spare it a glance if it meant keeping William and Aurora safe.

“Jessica, could you give us a moment?” I ask, maintaining my professional composure despite the emotions threatening to surface.

When she leaves, I turn back to William. His sharp eyes are studying me, seeing far too much for a child his age.

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Chapter 126

‘You’re sad again,” he says.

‘I’m not sad, sweetheart, I lie, but William sees right through me.

“Your eyes do that thing,” he says, pointing at his face. They get dark. Is it because we’re going back to New York?’

This kid. Too smart for his own good.

I kneel down and take his hand. “I’m not sad. I’m proud of you and Aurora. So proud it hurts sometimes.”

William squeezes my hand. For a kid who doesn’t like hugs, moments like this mean everything.

“I got something for Aurora,” I say, pulling out a small box. Inside are tiny red velvet shoes. “For her recital.”

William almost smiles before catching himself. “I already got her a tutu,” he mumbles. “She’ll have it tomorrow.”

“That’s sweet of you.”

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He shrugs. “She wouldn’t shut up about it. It was annoying.

I hide my smile. Despite his cool exterior, William adores his sister. They’re different as night and day-Aurora all sunshine and ballet twirls, William serious and analytical-but their bond is unbreakable.

“Don’t worry about me,” I say, touching his cheek. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

“I’m not worried,” he replies, his small face serious. “I’m three. I don’t worry about stuff.”

“Of course not,” I agree, fighting a smile.

‘I should get back to work,” he announces, sliding off the chair with as much dignity as his small frame can muster. ‘The American server integration won’t manage itself.”

Before he can march off to whatever corner he’s claimed as his “office,” my tablet chimes with an incoming video call. Richard and Elaine’s faces appear on screen, my parents looking both excited and concerned.

“Aria, darling!” Elaine exclaims. “And little William too! How’s my brilliant grandson today?”

William approaches the screen cautiously. “Hello, Grandmother. Hello, Grandfather.”

Richard’s expression softens at the sight of his grandson. “Everything set for tomorrow’s flight back to New York?”

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