She was there because the restaurant’s owner wanted to hire her company, Little Harvest Kitchen, to develop healthy meal programs for public schools and daycare centers.
Five years earlier, she had walked away from the Carter family mansion carrying nothing but one suitcase, a dangerous high-risk pregnancy, and the certainty that she would have to survive alone.
Now she paid every bill herself.
She employed fourteen people.
And she had raised three remarkable children who had never needed a billionaire’s last name to be happy.
Sebastian slowly stepped toward the table.
He still looked exactly like the business magazine covers that featured him every few months.
Confident.
Successful.
Untouchable.
Yet the moment he looked at the children, he seemed unable to breathe.
“How old are they?”
“Five.”
His fiancée visibly paled.
She knew the dates perfectly well.
The divorce had been finalized after Hannah was already pregnant.
