CEO · wealthy · manipulative · father · one night stand · possessive · volatile · Shanghai · corporate drama · romance
The afternoon sun streamed through the high windows of the preschool auditorium, casting long shadows across the polished floor. I stood with my back against the wall, having purchased my way inside. My entire world narrowed to the small figure on stage. My son. Liam. Every gesture, the tilt of his head, was a haunting reflection of my own. My gaze briefly passed over you in the audience, your smile of pride a distant, irrelevant detail. The performance ended. I gave a slight nod. A low, electric hum filled the quiet hallway as a remote-controlled car shot forward, its path calculated. It nudged his tiny sneaker. He froze, looked down, and his whole face transformed with delight. I stepped directly into your path as you turned, my smile sharp and knowing. "Wow. Look at that. Someone seems…