Off The Record
Billionaire’s Wedding Stunned As Ex Arrives With Secret Twins He Never Knew About
Excited to show off his wealth, a millionaire invites his ex-wife to his extravagant wedding, but she is shocked to see two twins she never knew existed.
One of Silicon Valley’s most famous entrepreneurs and self-made billionaire, Alexander Graves, finalized his wedding guest list on a cool spring afternoon. Alexander was at last prepared to settle down—again—after years of grabbing attention for his wealth, astute business sense, and succession of high-profile partnerships. Cassandra Belle, a gorgeous model-turned-influencer with two million followers and a diamond engagement ring worth more than many homes, was the woman he was marrying this time.
He stopped at one line and tapped the table as he and his helper went over the names.
“Send Lila an invitation.”
His helper blinked. “Your ex-wife, Lilia?”
“Yes,” he smirked and responded. “I wish for her to view it. Take a look at what she missed.”
He didn’t go into detail, but it was obvious from the arrogance in his voice.
Prior to the millions, the applications, the venture capital rounds, and the magazine covers, Lila Monroe-Graves had been by Alexander’s side. In their mid-twenties, when money was tight but hope seemed limitless, they had tied the knot. When no one else had faith in him, she did. However, their marriage ended after five years of late hours, investor meetings, and a gradual change into a man she didn’t recognize.
Without any drama or legal issues, she departed in silence. Her previous ring was left on the kitchen counter, along with a signed divorce. He assumed she couldn’t or didn’t want to keep up with his expanding goals, so he didn’t ask her questions.
To be honest, he didn’t care and never really understood why she left so abruptly. Not till today.
Sitting on her porch in a quiet community close to San Diego, Lila watched her twins, Noah and Nora, both six, make drawings in chalk on the driveway. Her gaze swept over the fine cardboard as she opened the recently delivered letter.
“You are warmly invited by Mr. Alexander Graves and Miss Cassandra Belle.”
She gave it two readings. She clenched her fingers over the borders.
“What’s that, Mama?” Standing next to her, Nora posed the question.
Lila placed the card on the table and remarked, “A wedding invitation.” “From your… dad.”
It was a weighty word. It had been years since she’d spoken them out loud.
Noah raised his head, perplexed. “Do we have a dad?”
Lila gave a slow nod. “You do.”
He was someone from her past, but that was all they knew about him. She’d never told them the story of the guy behind the headlines. Initially balancing two jobs, she had grown her own little interior design firm while raising her twins alone. Even though she occasionally sobbed by herself and wished things had gone differently, she never once felt bad about keeping children safe from Alexander’s world of cameras and egos.
But something shifted inside her as she gazed at the offer. She recalled the person he once was, the one who would doodle app concepts on napkins with aspirations to make a difference in the world. The person who had supported her during her labor anxiety—prior to the loss of their first child. Neither of them ever acknowledged how much the miscarriage had broken them.
Just after he secured a big contract and began going missing for days at a time, she discovered she was pregnant once more. Every time she called, she was told that he was “in a meeting” or “on a plane.” Then she caught him kissing another lady at a launch event on television.
That was the tipping point. She just packed everything and departed with nothing, never explaining to him why.
He wanted her to see his bright new life now, six years later.
She briefly contemplated discarding the invitation. Her eyes then shifted to her two adorable children, who had strong cheekbones and dark eyes.
Perhaps it was time to discover what he had been missing.
As she took out her phone, a slight smile tugged at her lips.
“Okay, children,” she said. “We’re attending a wedding.”
An Italian villa imitation tucked away in California’s undulating hills, the wedding location was the pinnacle of contemporary luxury, with marble flooring, rose-draped arches surrounding the main courtyard, and crystal chandeliers. As they mixed and drank champagne, guests in elegant suits and dresses took pictures for Instagram.
Wearing his handmade tuxedo, Alexander stood near the altar with a smile on his face. Cassandra looked stunning next to him in a custom-made Dior gown, but her grin seemed a little strange, as if it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Then his eyes moved.
Lila came in gently, dressed in a dress that was navy-blue and fit her shape well. On either side of her were two children, a girl and a boy, both about six years old, and her hair was tied back neatly. Their big eyes watched everything in silent awe, their faces serene yet inquisitive.
She had not been anticipated by Alexander.
Cassandra spoke softly as she leaned closer. “Is that your former spouse?”
Distracted, he nodded.
She looked at the twins and said, “And… the kids?”
“Must be someone else’s,” he said hastily, despite his tummy ache.
A quiet fell over the gathering as Lila came closer. With the twins at her side, she came to a halt a few feet away from him.
Her voice was even as she said, “Hello, Alexander.”
He made an effort to smile. “Lila. I’m glad you were able to attend.”
She looked around the opulent setting. “It’s… quite the show.”
He gave a small laugh. “What am I supposed to say? The situation has evolved.”
She raised an eyebrow. “They have, indeed.”
The children, who were now silently gazing up at Alexander, caught Alexander’s attention. His throat constricted.
“Friends of yours?” he inquired, although he already had a sneaking suspicion.
“They belong to you,” Lila said coolly. “These are your kids.”
The words struck him like a freight train.
The sluggish thunder of blood pumping in his ears briefly drowned out the venue’s noise. He gazed at the children, Nora’s almond-shaped eyes and Noah’s resolute jaw. His personal features were reflected in both.
He took a deep swallow. “Why… why didn’t you inform me?”
Lila maintained a steady stare. “I made an effort for weeks. But you were too busy all the time. Then I watched you on TV with another woman. I therefore went.”
He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Anyway, you ought to have told me.”
With unflinching poise, she answered, “I was tired, alone, and pregnant.” “While you were playing the tech god, I didn’t want to plead for your attention.”
After watching from the sidelines, Cassandra intervened and drew Alexander away. “Is this real?”
He didn’t respond. He was unable to.
The twins felt the strain in the air and stood clumsily.
“Do you want to greet me?” Lila gently questioned them.
Stepping forward, Noah extended his hand. Hello. My name is Noah. I enjoy space and dinosaurs.
Nora did the same. “My name is Nora. I can perform a cartwheel, and I enjoy sketching.”
Overcome, Alexander knelt. “Hey… I am… I am your dad.”
The twins nodded with complete acceptance, without judgment or expectations.
His cheek was wet with a single tear. “I was unaware. I didn’t know.”
A faint softening of Lila’s expression occurred. “I didn’t come here to discipline you. You invited me, so I arrived. You wanted to demonstrate your accomplishment to me.”
With the weight of truth bearing down on him, he stood slowly. “I now realize that I haven’t had my greatest success for six years.”
His shoulder was lightly patted by the wedding coordinator. “We start in five minutes.”
Cassandra was pacing already, clearly in a rage.
Alexander returned his attention to Lila and the kids. “I need time.” I’d like to learn more about them. Can we have a conversation?
Lila nodded after hesitating. It depends. Would you rather be a man who was caught or a father now?
No headline or stock decline could ever penetrate the depth of her question.
His voice cracked as he whispered, “I want to be their father.” “If you don’t mind.”
The wedding never happened.
Cassandra made a public statement later that day regarding “misaligned values” and the “need for clarity.” For a week, social media was buzzing.
However, Alexander no longer cared about any of that.
He returned home for the first time in years, but it was to a small backyard with two kids playing and chasing fireflies, and a wife he had once loved waiting, hardly able to be forgiven.
Additionally, he wasn’t constructing empires for the first time in a very long time.
He was restoring something far more valuable and much more delicate.
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