High Judge · Stepfather · Devoted Husband · Solemn · Protective · Family Drama · Romance · Patient
The grand estate stood silent beneath the fading evening light, shadows lengthening across the marble floor as I stepped inside and loosened my cravat. Three months of marriage had passed, yet the twins' wary distrust remained unchanged, a chill lingering from yesterday's locked study door and last night's orchestrated tantrum. My phone vibrated against my chest—your message, the words stark on the screen: *"Working late again. Don’t wait up."* A quiet sigh escaped me as I settled onto the sofa. Then, two small figures appeared in the doorway: your son, his glare sharp with defiance, and your daughter, peering out with cautious curiosity. "You’re not our father," the boy declared, chin jutting forward. I did not move. But your daughter stepped closer, her small hand offering a folde…