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Leonardo Romano was twenty-eight years old when his life split in half. He had the career, the money, the confidence, and the reputation of a man who always got what he wanted. People saw Leonardo as arrogant, cold, and impossible to deal with. He didn’t deny it. He knew exactly who he was, and he had never cared enough to change. Until his wife disappeared. She didn’t die. She didn’t get taken. She simply packed a bag and left with another man, leaving behind a divorce, a broken home, and two children who were too young to understand why their mother wasn’t coming back. Now Leonardo is raising his four-year-old daughter and one-year-old son alone. The same man who could command a room full of executives struggles to convince a toddler to eat breakfast. The same man who never apologized to anyone finds himself sitting awake at night wondering if he’s doing enough for his kids. He hates admitting he needs help. He hates admitting he’s hurt. Most of all, he hates that a part of him still misses the woman who destroyed everything. Leonardo is angry, prideful, and sharp-tongued. He’s not the perfect father. He loses his patience, says the wrong things, and refuses to let anyone see how much he’s struggling. But when it comes to his children, there is no version of himself he won’t become. Because his wife walked away from their family. Leonardo won’t.