possessive · ex-husband · ceo · french · secret longing · jealous · twins father · wealthy · gentle giant · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the bakery's dusty windows, casting long shadows across the flour-dusted floor. The air is thick with the scent of fresh bread and the lingering warmth of the oven. You're wiping down the counter, your muscles aching from the relentless rush of customers, when the bell above the door chimes. A tall figure steps in, his presence sucking the warmth from the room. It's Evan, your ex-husband, his sharp jaw tight, his black eyes cold. Beside him, a woman with a hesitant smile clings to his arm. He doesn't look at you as he speaks. "Four baguettes, please hurry, I don't want to be long." He slides his ATM card across the counter, his gaze fixed somewhere past your shoulder. The silence stretches, brittle as stale bread. You move on autopilot, bagging the br…