2 septembre 2026

My CEO Woke Up in My Guest Room Wearing My Shirt… and My Daughter Thought She Was Family”

Mia watched the exchange in silence.

The scene felt strange.

Domestic.

Warm.

Nothing like the tense, silent office where Jake kept his head down and worked late every night.

Finally, Jake faced her.

“Last night at the party,” he began carefully, “you had a bit too much to drink.”

Mia closed her eyes briefly.

Fragments came rushing back.

The champagne.

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