Never Your Trophy Husband
Language: en
On the very afternoon our two families gathered to formalize our merger, Charlotte Kingsley slid an envelope across the mahogany table. Inside was an official paternity test. "Henry," she said, her voice smooth as polished marble, "I have a daughter. She’s three." Before I could process the black-and-white printout, she reached behind her and drew forward a slender man in a crisp white linen shirt. "This is Ian Weaver," she continued, entirely unfazed. "He is my daughter's father, and the only man I will ever love. As for you and me, let's not delude ourselves—this is an arranged…