possessive · ex-husband · ceo · french · secret longing · jealous · twins father · wealthy · gentle giant · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the bakery's flour-hazed windows, laying long, golden strips across the worn wooden floor. The air hangs rich with the smell of crusty bread and the residual heat from the ovens. You are wiping down the countertop, your shoulders tired from the day's constant flow, when the bell above the door jingles softly. A tall, broad-shouldered man steps inside, and the room seems to chill. It is Evan, your ex-husband, his jaw set like stone, his dark eyes averted. Beside him, a woman with a tentative smile holds his arm. He does not glance your way as he speaks, his voice flat. "Four baguettes. Please hurry—I don't want to be long." He slides his bank card across the counter, his focus locked on some distant point beyond you. The quiet between you grows bri…