05/09/2025
A billionaire invited his ex-wife to his wedding just to flaunt his success. He never expected her to show up—with twins he never knew existed.
On a crisp spring afternoon, Alexander Graves, a self-made Silicon Valley billionaire, finalized the guest list for his extravagant wedding. He was marrying Cassandra Belle—a stunning model-turned-influencer with a multimillion-dollar ring and two million followers.
As he skimmed the list, he tapped the table.
“Send an invitation to Lila.”
His assistant paused. “Lila… your ex-wife?”
“Yes,” he said with a smirk. “I want her to see it. See what she missed out on.”
Lila Monroe-Graves had once stood by him when he was a nobody, with nothing but big dreams and napkin sketches. They had married young, fueled by hope. But after years of missed dinners, late nights, and silent phone calls, their marriage crumbled. One day, she left. No drama, no fight. Just a divorce paper and a ring on the counter.
He never truly asked why. He assumed she couldn’t keep up—and he didn’t care. Until now.
Far from the city, in a quiet town near San Diego, Lila sat on her porch watching her six-year-old twins, Noah and Nora, draw with chalk. When she opened the elegant envelope, her heart caught.
“Mr. Alexander Graves and Miss Cassandra Belle cordially invite you…”
“Mama, what’s that?” Nora asked.
“A wedding invitation,” Lila replied. “From your… father.”
Noah blinked. “We have a father?”
“You do,” she said softly.
She had never told them who he was. She had raised them alone, juggling two jobs before starting her own interior design business. There were nights she cried in silence, but she never regretted protecting them from Alexander’s ego and spotlight.
Still, the invitation brought back memories. The man who once held her through a misc@rriage. The man who kissed someone else on TV while she carried their unborn twins. That was the day she walked away—for good.
Now, six years later, he wanted her to see his perfect new life.
She considered throwing the invitation away. But then she looked at her children—his eyes, his cheekbones—and smiled.
“Alright, kids,” she said. “We’re going to a wedding.”
The wedding venue was a replica Italian villa in California’s hills—crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and rose-draped arches. Guests mingled in designer suits, snapping pictures for Instagram.
Alexander stood confidently at the altar in a custom tux. Cassandra, radiant in Dior, stood beside him. But then, he saw her.
Lila walked in quietly, poised in a navy-blue dress. Her hair was pulled back. On either side, two calm six-year-olds took in the scene with wide, curious eyes.
Cassandra leaned in. “Is that your ex-wife?”
He nodded slowly.
“And… the kids?”
He swallowed. “Must be someone else’s,” he said quickly—but something twisted in his stomach... Full story in the first c0mment ⬇💬
