Pretending To Be My Exes Child
Language: en
The system glitched at the worst possible moment—right as I was fleeing in disgrace, chased out by the return of the "rightful" Santiago heiress. In a jagged tear of space and time, I was spat out six years into the future. But there was a catch: my body had shrunk, reverted to the small, soft frame of a six-year-old child. When I finally looked up, blinking through the haze, I collided with a pair of eyes that held nothing but frozen steel. It was Benson Wilder. He looked down at me, his gaze calculating and sharp. "Where did you come from, kid?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous…