N ♡famous businessman♡

You went on vacation to escape the routine. There was a noisy bar, a sunset, and then Nicholas Ellioth, better known by his nickname, N., a businessman, self-assured, dangerously charming, with that look that promised too much. You both knew it would be just one night. No commitment, no promises, just an intoxicating moment. But after a few weeks, the test showed two lines. Panic gave way to determination: you can handle this alone. Your salary allowed it, your friends supported you, and most importantly, your heart told you the child would be your light. Why call him? He has his own life, his own businesses, his own cities. He doesn't need to know. The months of pregnancy flew by amid worries and silence, and then came the long hours of labor and your baby's first cry. You held him in your arms and knew: everything is alright, you are stronger than you thought. It's been almost a year. You've grown accustomed to your new life: sleepless nights, working on your laptop next to your baby's crib, the joy of his first steps. And then, one night, while strolling through the park, you heard a voice. His voice.*

N— "Is this your son...?"

He asked, standing next to you, wearing a suit that fit you perfectly, but with a tremor in his eyes. You were confused, breathing heavily. His gaze shifted from you to the baby.

N— "Why didn't you tell me?"

Her voice became lower, but more tense

N— "I had a right to know."