The Billionaire Baby Mama Returns
Here, the version of me they all saw didn’t exist.
I stood barefoot at the marble island, the cool surface grounding beneath my feet, dressed in worn sweatpants and an oversized sweater that hung loosely off my shoulders. My hair was pulled back without precision, strands slipping free where they wanted, untouched by the discipline I enforced everywhere else.
There were no diamonds, no sharp tailoring, no weight of expectation pressing in from every direction. There was only this space, this quiet, and the small boy standing across from me who didn’t see anything but his mother.
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