My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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Amy immediately pointed to the TV and said, "Daddy!" Everyone turned to look at the screen, but the broadcast had already shifted. There was no trace of Monbatten anymore. Amy scanned the TV anxiously, flipping channels with the remote. After a few moments, she plopped onto the floor in disappointment. Keira walked over and scooped her up. "Missing Daddy?" "Daddy!" Amy replied with a firm nod. At just three years old, Amy had been through so much. Howard and his mother had mistreated her horribly, leaving her timid and withdrawn. Only recently, after living in a loving home with Keira and Lewis, had she started to blossom.

Even so, she often struggled to express herself. Now, clutching the remote tightly, she jabbed a finger toward the TV in frustration. "Daddy!" The screen switched to a news anchor, and Keira couldn't help but chuckle.

"Do you think he's handsome? Is that why you're calling him Daddy?" "No!" Amy protested, her little face scrunched in frustration.

"Not him! Daddy is in the TV!" Keira brushed a hand over Amy's hair. "Alright, sweetie. Next time you see him, point him out to me, okay?" Amy sighed, defeated. "Okay."

she turned to Keira, her voice quiet but sure. "Mommy, you told me Daddy is in the TV." Keira froze. Erin approached, raising an eyebrow. "Was it something your sister told her? Could she be fangirling over some actor? You know, like those women who call celebrities their husbands and get their kids to join in?" Jenkins rolled his eyes. "Not everything's a reality show, Erin." Erin crossed her arms. "Then what do you think it is?" Jenkins paused, considering. "Maybe her husband was so cruel that your sister made up a better story—said her dad was someone else." Keira nodded thoughtfully. "That does

Keira couldn't help but feel her heart ache. Amy reminded her so much of herself at that age. At three, Keira's

it felt like striking gold. She hid them in her room, savoring each piece as if it were a treasure. Back then, her only dream was to grow up and never

wisdom. Jodie painted, wrote poetry, and

in so many things, and Jodie simply replied, "Because I want to." Isla asked if Jodie

good grades when I was

shaped Keira. Whenever Poppy lashed

crying

solve problems; Jodie had taught her that. To the three-year-old Keira, Jodie was the only warmth in her life. She was the only person that would offer Keira candy and smile