He Kissed Another Woman on Live TV While His Pregnant Wife Watched, Then She Took Back the Empire He Thought Was His

Two years later.

The botanical gardens in Greenwich were open to the public on Sunday afternoons.

The sun filtered through the high glass roof of the Victorian conservatory, illuminating thousands of rare orchids, tropical ferns, and white water lilies floating in dark, clear pools.

Evelyn walked slowly along the stone path, holding the small, warm hand of a two-year-old boy with dark, wavy hair and bright, intelligent hazel eyes.

His name was Jonathan.

He wore a dark blue velvet coat and small leather shoes that clicked happily against the flagstones. He was fascinated by the orange koi fish swimming beneath the wooden footbridge, pointing his tiny finger and laughing with a sound so pure it made the nearby garden visitors turn and smile.

Nora Bennett walked a few steps behind them, holding a small silver camera, capturing the moment.

"He has his father's hair," Nora remarked quietly as they stopped by the lily pond.

Evelyn looked down at her son. Jonathan looked up at her, offering a wide, toothy grin before turning back to throw a small pebble into the water.

"He has his grandfather's eyes," Evelyn said softly.

She knelt down beside her son, her navy silk skirt resting on the damp stone path. She helped him lean over the wooden railing, holding his waist securely with both hands, making sure he was safe as he watched the brilliant orange fish dart through the clear water.

"Look, Mommy!" Jonathan chimed, his small voice echoing under the high glass dome. "Fish!"

"I see them, darling," Evelyn whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his warm, dark curls. "I see them."

Far away across the Atlantic, in a city of stone and quiet water, a man sat alone in an empty house, surrounded by millions of dollars and forty centuries of silence.