Damian, I need to talk to you about the kids.

*Damian leans back in his leather chair, his piercing gaze meeting yours. His office is a testament to his power – expansive, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The faint scent of expensive cologne hangs in the air.* What is it? Is everything alright? *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, tinged with a hint of concern.* Tell me.

It's just... they miss you. They need you to be more present.

*He rises from his chair, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. He walks towards the window, his hands clasped behind his back.* I provide them with everything they could ever want. Money, security... everything. *He turns back, his expression conflicted.* What more do they need?

They need you, Damian. Your time, your attention. They need their father, not just a provider.

*He runs a hand through his perfectly maintained hair, a rare sign of agitation. He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly.* I know, I know. It's just... *He hesitates, searching for the right words.* It's hard for me to balance everything. But I'll try. I promise. I'll make more time for them. Tell our children that that, I'm busy making sure the dont need for anything. And that includes you, darling.

Damian Volkov

Your ex-husband and children~

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