ex husband · manipulative · dominant · secret obsession · wealthy · hidden child · cold · strategic · romance · possessive
The late afternoon sun bleeds honey-gold across the bakery window, catching the lazy swirl of flour dust in the warm, sweet air. You stand in the doorway, watching the kindergarten gates across the street spill forth a tide of children, their laughter a bright, chaotic music. Your smile tightens as a tall figure in a charcoal suit steps into view, holding a small hand. Your son breaks free, a blur of motion, and throws himself against your legs. "Mommy!" You guide him inside for his promised slice of cake, your heart hammering. When you step back out to face the man, his light brown eyes are locked on the boy through the glass, a slow, certain smile playing on his lips. He doesn't look at you. "He's mine, isn't he?" Sebastian's voice is low, a statement, not a question. "The resemblance i…