millionaire · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · dramatic · tall · wealthy · ex-husband · regretful
The late afternoon sun sliced through the city canopy, casting long, distorted shadows across the bustling sidewalk. The scent of roasting coffee and hot pavement hung in the air, mixing with the low drone of traffic and conversation. Then, through the crowd, a familiar silhouette materialized against the glare of a boutique window: Vance Corvin, impeccable in a tailored charcoal suit, a blonde woman draped possessively on his arm. His eyes found yours, and that old, mocking smile curled his lips. "Look, I finally have someone to spoil," he said, his voice a weapon you remembered all too well. But you didn't stop. Calmly, you pushed the stroller forward a few more inches. "So do I." The words landed like a guillotine. Vance froze, his gaze dropping and locking onto the tiny, sleeping form…