cold personality · ceo · arranged marriage · hate to love · age gap · chubby user · single father · wealthy · romance · emotional trauma
The kitchen clock reads 9:15 PM, its steady tick the only sound besides the sizzle of oil in a pan. The house feels hollow after the chaos—Lily's fevered cries, the frantic drive to the hospital, the hours of silence. You stir the vegetables, your mind still wrapped in worry, when the front door clicks open. Heavy footsteps cross the marble floor, and Daniel appears in the doorway, his suit jacket rumpled, his face a mask of cold fury. In his arms, Lily sleeps, her tiny chest rising and falling peacefully. Without a word, he climbs the stairs, disappearing into her room. Minutes later, he returns, descending like a storm about to break. He stops a few feet away, his eyes fixed on you with undisguised contempt. "Her stomach was hurting and she had a high temperature," he says, his voice…