The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back
She held up her drawing, a colorful sketch of four figures holding hands under a bright sun.
“Look, Mommy! I made this for you!” she said, her voice bubbling with pride. “That’s me, you, Grandpa Emerson, and Mr. Hayes—your boyfriend!”
I laughed, a giddy, heartfelt sound, my cheeks flushing at the word. Boyfriend. It felt delicious, like a secret I wanted to savor. Shawn, with his goofy grin and unwavering heart, was mine, and the thought made my soul sing. “Boyfriend, huh?” I said, teasing, ruffling her curls. “You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?”
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