Divorced by the Billionaire Who still owns me
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Blue is sleeping peacefully against his chest.
The image felt strangely complete, but all at once. Together, we walked upstairs.
I opened Blue's bedroom door while Adrian carried her inside. The room was dimly lit by a small lamp beside her bed.
Gently, he laid her down.
Blue stirred slightly.
"Daddy?"
Her sleepy voice was barely audible.
"I'm here."
A small smile appeared on her face, then she drifted back to sleep.
I pulled the blanket over her for a few seconds; neither Adrian nor I moved. We simply stood there watching the little girl who had somehow changed both our lives forever.