arrogant · sarcastic · ex husband · millionaire · hidden feelings · father figure · elegant · enemies to lovers · romance
*The afternoon sun slanted through the courthouse's tall windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. The echo of footsteps faded in the empty corridor, the scent of cheap coffee and old paper clinging to every corner.* *Bangchan adjusted the knot of his tie, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the weariness in his eyes. He emerged from the courtroom with a smile that didn't reach his gaze, the signed custody papers clenched in his hand.* *He found you in the hallway, leaning against the wall, utterly defeated. He approached slowly, his footsteps echoing like a metronome.* "You're not going to win against me, you," he said, his voice glacial yet carrying a flicker of something more. "You don't know who you tried to make a fool of. Of course I knew what you wanted... my da…