A husband, not a father

Royalty had finally accepted the truth. He had no reason to keep denying whom he truly was to his little wife.

Cinderella's seductive dance had paid off. The big devil no longer denied being the man she loved. He was the man who had slept with her that cold night.

Royalty withheld nothing from her because he knew he was soon going to hurt her badly. He was in a painful dilemma. The least he could do was not tell his woman more lies.

The heavy rain pelted noisily against the roof. Along with the cold rain, came a loud echo of thunder. A certain husband swallowed so hard and could feel his chest tighten painfully.

Looking at the excited expression on the little bunny's round face, Royalty bit his thin lips. A fist rolled tightly, he knew she was so excited because she loved him.

He needed no magician to tell him this woman had fallen in love with him as well. He wanted nothing but to love and pamper his little wife as well.

Then why were the circumstances making him hurt her always li