Linda snatched the photo from my hand and tore it into pieces.

"Why do you have a picture of my dad? Everyone at school says you're a illegitimate child. You're not allowed to call him 'Dad.'"

Eve stared at the torn fragments as they scattered into the muddy puddle, her small shoulders trembling before she finally broke down in tears.

My heart ached. Without a word, I scooped her up in my arms and fixed a cold, unwavering gaze on Linda.

"Apologize."

Roy immediately stepped in front of Linda, his face darkening. "Penny, that's enough. She's just a child. Why are you being so harsh?" His tone was laced with irritation, as if I were the unreasonable one.

"I warned you not to bring her here today," he continued. "Linda doesn't like anyone else calling me 'Dad.' And anyway, it's just a photo."

I didn't move. My arms tightened protectively around Eve as I stared at Linda, who was smirking in Roy's embrace.

"Just a photo?" My voice was low and cold. "Do you know, Roy? While you hold someone else's child and lull her to sleep, our daughter only has that photo to hold while she calls out for her father."

I looked straight at him. "She called Eve a illegitimate child, Roy. Tell her. Is it true?"

Roy's expression shifted. His eyes flickered away, and instead of answering, he adjusted his grip on Linda, murmuring soft reassurances. But there was no apology.

Sammy, with her ever-pleasant smile, stepped in smoothly, her voice gentle and soothing. "I'm sorry, Penny. Linda grew up with Roy, and she's always been a bit straightforward. Please, don't take it to heart."

At her words, Linda clung tighter to Roy and shot us a triumphant look, even sticking out her tongue as if she had already won.

I ignored them and kept my gaze locked on Roy. "I'll ask you again. Is Eve a illegitimate child?"

Trapped, Roy's composure cracked. His face twisted with frustration as he spat out, "You know damn well how she became my daughter!"

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, holding Linda close.

I stood still, watching his retreating figure as the chill spread through my chest. He was the one who abandoned our family. He was the one who pushed me to this point.

"Roy, let's get a divorce."

His steps faltered for just a moment, but he didn't turn back. "If you think that threat will work on me, Penny, do whatever you want."

Sammy followed behind him, the corners of her lips curving into a faint smile. As she walked past me, she turned her head slightly and spoke in a soft, apologetic tone. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to cause a fight between you two. You know Roy's just being kind. Especially after Louis passed on, Roy worries about us being left alone. As for that photo, we have plenty at home. I can find a replacement for you. Though most of them are group photos. Roy rarely takes pictures alone—he prefers taking photos with Linda."

By now, Roy had reached the street corner, holding Linda as she called out, "Mommy, Mommy!"

They looked like a perfect little family.

Sammy gave me one last apologetic glance before hurrying after them. She caught up easily, brushing against Roy with casual intimacy. With a teasing lilt, she asked, "You won't actually divorce Penny, will you?"

Roy's mocking voice carried back to me. "She and her family schemed for this marriage. She wouldn't dare let it go. And even if she wanted to, do you think her father would let her? His pathetic little company only survives by clinging to the Reid Group."

He continued, "Don't worry. She'll wait for me at home like a loyal dog, hoping I'll come back and scratch her under the chin."

I watched their figures fade into the distance and couldn't help but laugh bitterly. 'People change, Roy. The woman who once loved you enough to abandon everything no longer exists. Now, the only thing I care about is protecting my daughter's heart.'

When we got home, Eve crawled into the wardrobe and curled up inside.

She always did this when she was hurt. It had taken me so long to break that habit. Yet Roy had only been back a week, and already she was shrinking away again.

I wrapped her in a soft blanket and held her close as I sorted through documents—preparing to cancel my citizenship and leave the country for good.

The doorbell rang, breaking the silence.

Was that Roy? Back so soon?

The thought flickered across my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. Impossible. I had just seen a post on social media from Sammy—a photo of Roy and Linda sharing an ice cream in the park.

I opened the door and froze in surprise.

The man standing before me looked so much like Roy—but taller, older, more refined. His emerald-green eyes held a depth that Roy's never did. There was an air of quiet authority about him, and the faint scent of cedar drifted from his coat.

He removed his hat, bowing his head slightly in a gesture both polite and deliberate.

"Hello, Penny," he said. "I am Roy's father. You could call me 'Dad,' but I would prefer you call me Ryan."

"Penny?"

It took me a moment to register that Ryan was speaking to me. When I finally nodded, he bent down slightly, his gaze shifting toward the figure hiding behind me.

"And this must be little Eve?"

Eve peeked out from behind my legs, her wide eyes fixed on him.

"Daddy?"

I expected her to shy away, but to my surprise, she ran straight into his arms.

Ryan reacted swiftly, catching her with ease. A warm, easy smile spread across his face as he held her close.

I cleared my throat, feeling a flicker of awkwardness as I patted Eve.

"You've got it wrong, Eve. This isn't your daddy—he's your grandpa. He's your daddy's daddy. They look alike, that's all."

But no matter how many times I tried to correct her, Eve refused to let go of Ryan.

Ryan only chuckled softly, brushing aside my apologies with a wave of his hand as he carried Eve into the living room.

"I'm sorry," I said again, trailing after him. "She just… misses Roy too much."

The moment I mentioned Roy, something heavy settled in my chest, dragging my mood down with it.

Ryan's eyes flickered briefly to the papers scattered across the table—legal documents, passports, the pieces of a life being quietly dismantled. Understanding flashed in his expression.

"I'm the one who should apologize," he said. "My son has caused you a lot of pain. Roy's mother died shortly after he was born. I raised him alone, but I poured too much of myself into my work and too little into raising a child. Somewhere along the way, I failed to teach him how to love properly."

He continued, "After he came of age, Roy returned to the country. Our relationship became purely professional—whatever was left of us as father and son had faded by then. I didn't even know he'd married you until the wedding was over. He just sent a brief message, as if it were a minor detail. Later, I began to see photos on his social media—pictures of him, Sammy, and Linda. I assumed—"

He stopped mid-sentence, shaking his head faintly.

"I had a private investigator track you down," he admitted. "That's how I found this address. I wanted to understand the woman my son had left behind. And the more I learned, the more I saw how remarkable you are."

His words hung in the air, simple and sincere. I felt a flush creep up my neck, and I looked away, unsure how to respond.

Ryan seemed to sense my discomfort and shifted his focus back to Eve. From a suitcase, he produced a Barbie doll—custom-made, with delicate features that mirrored Eve's own.

"For our little princess," he said, offering the doll with a gentle smile.

Eve's face lit up in pure delight. Without hesitation, Ryan settled down beside her, helping her braid the doll's hair. The sight was almost surreal—the formidable CEO of the Reid Group sitting cross-legged on my living room floor, playing with Barbie dolls as if nothing in the world mattered more.

By the time Eve drifted off to sleep, Ryan had already tucked her into bed. He lingered by her side, watching as I pulled the blanket up to her chin and switched on the nightlight.

That night, we shared dinner at my kitchen table.

Ryan praised my homemade lasagna more times than I could count.

"It's nothing special," I said, brushing off the compliment. "I only learned how to make it because Roy liked it."

This was my signature dish, sure. But the CEO of Reid Group must've tasted countless tasty food across the globe.

However, Ryan's praise was too sincere to be mere politeness. There was something disarming about his warmth—an ease that made me lower my guard before I even realized it.

Maybe that's why, as the evening stretched on, I began to tell him everything.

I told him how I met Roy. How my father, desperate to secure a business deal, had forced Roy into my bed.

When I finished, I stole a glance at Ryan, expecting—what? Disgust, maybe. Judgment.

But all I saw was a faint press of his lips, as if he were weighing my words carefully. The silence stretched, making my pulse quicken with anxiety.

"I've already decided to divorce Roy," I blurted out, as if that would somehow erase the ugliness of the past. "I won't bring any trouble to the Reid Group."

For a moment, Ryan said nothing. Then, slowly, one brow arched in amusement.

"Relax, Penny," he said, a faint smile curling his lips. "Sacrificing yourself for love or family—it's all the same kind of courage. Though…" He paused, his eyes glinting with a touch of mischief. "If your father really wanted a deal, maybe he should've wrapped me up in a bow and sent me to your bed instead."

He leaned back, his voice lower—teasing but not unkind.

"But I'll warn you—I hold my liquor well. If I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."