Traded My Brat For The Titan's Heir
Language: en
The paperwork was signed, the divorce finalized. As I drove my eight-year-old son back to my hometown, I noticed he was acting… strange. He wasn’t yelling at me anymore. He was quiet. He didn’t even touch the chocolate lava cake he usually tore into. I put it down to car sickness. I was too worn out to care much. But then, a string of bizarre mental subtitles flashed across my vision. LOL, she still hasn't figured out that isn't her actual kid? Seriously, why would her biological son ditch a billion-dollar inheritance to go back to her small-town life? Wait, is that THE McCarthy…