Thawing My Frozen Wife and Daughter
Language: en
I’ve always been a spoiled prick. It was my brand. I married an ice queen who didn't love me, and together, we produced a mini-iceberg of a daughter. By the time my daughter was five, I was still the undisputed tyrant of the household, treating them like high-end service staff. Honestly? I lived for it. I loved the way they looked at me with simmering resentment while still attending to my every whim. It felt like winning a game they hadn't agreed to play. Then, the Feed appeared. Translucent lines of text began scrolling across my vision like a high-speed Twitch chat. [Finally, the…