He Spent My Millions on His Secret Daughter, So I Ruined Him

At the school’s End-of-Year Family Carnival, my husband, Ethan, finally gave in to our son’s begging. It was the first time he had ever come with me to pick up our son from school.

The teacher walked out, holding our son’s hand. She gave Ethan a strange look and muttered casually,

“Lily’s dad, when you used to pick up your daughter, you’d always show up thirty minutes early.”

“How come you’re so careless when it comes to your son? A father shouldn’t play favorites.”

The umbrella in Ethan's hand slipped, clattering to the wet ground. Muddy water splashed all over my legs.