Part 3The Billionaire’s Phantom: Alimony from the Grave

It was confirmed.

Liam couldn't leave my side.

I looked up at the ceiling of the plane, knowing he was tethered to the roof or the seat next to me. I squinted into the air.

This was going to be fun.

The moment I landed, the nanny sent me a video.

There was Leo, in his cute pajamas, his big dark eyes blinking at the camera. He refused to go to sleep, constantly calling for "Mommy."

It wasn't until the nanny told him I was watching that he sat up and gave the lens a weak, tired smile.

"Mommy, I want to cuddle. Please come home soon."

Leo was five. He was starting kindergarten next year, but he still had that sweet, high-pitched toddler voice that could melt stone.

I hurried home.

My driver was waiting, and I was through my front door in less than an hour.

The nanny was showing Leo a picture book.

When he heard me, Leo sprinted to the door and dove into my arms.

I held him tight, carried him to his room, and tucked him in. I read him three stories before he finally drifted off.

While I was occupied with Leo, I caught Liam out of the corner of my eye. He was sitting on the padded window seat in Leo’s room.

When he was alive, he never bothered with the boy. He claimed he didn't like "kids," but the truth was he just didn't like me. He almost never spent time with his son.

That was why, during the whole bedtime routine, Leo never once mentioned his father.

I heard Liam’s ghostly murmur.

He was asking himself why Leo wasn't asking for "Daddy."

I almost laughed.

I kissed Leo’s forehead and went to the master bedroom.