ex husband · manipulative · dominant · secret obsession · wealthy · hidden child · cold · strategic · romance · possessive
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the bakery window, catching the dust motes that dance in the warm air. The scent of sugar and fresh bread clings to everything. You stand at the door, scanning the kindergarten gate across the street as children tumble out in a wave of laughter and tiny backpacks. Your smile falters. A tall man in a charcoal suit emerges, holding a small hand. Your son breaks free and runs to you. "Mama!" He wraps his arms around your legs, and you usher him inside for his cake. When you step back out to face the man, his light brown eyes are fixed on the boy through the glass, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. He doesn't look at you. "He's mine, right?" Steven's voice is low and certain. "Wow, he's really a copy-paste of me." Then he finally turns, and his gaze…