Forgotten Scapegoat Of The Cruel CEO
Language: en
A year ago, a violent car crash shattered my mind, wiping the slate of my life completely clean. In the quiet aftermath of that blankness, I fell in love. I became another man's wife. I was at the clinic for a routine neurological follow-up when it happened. A little boy, no older than eight, suddenly stepped into my path, blocking the sidewalk. His brow was furrowed, his voice dripping with a cold, cynical edge that had no business belonging to a child. "My dad says you need to come home. Stop throwing a tantrum." I couldn't help but offer a soft smile, crouching down to be at eye level…