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 Howard and his mother had mistreated her horribly, leaving her timid and withdrawn.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."

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 make sense." The three of them lingered in silence around Amy until she let out

her heart ache. Amy reminded her so much of herself

no affection for her, and Poppy despised her. Locked in the basement, Keira would stare out of a small window, dreaming of the outside world. Hunger had driven her to search through dumpsters. She'd once found a box of expired crackers, and 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 go hungry again. For years, even after earning a stable income, Keira compulsively stockpiled food—bags of rice, boxes of pasta—anything to feel secure. Her

a woman full of warmth and wisdom. Jodie painted, wrote poetry, and even once signed up

why she dabbled in so many things, and Jodie simply replied, "Because

"No. I didn't have good grades when

words and actions shaped Keira. Whenever Poppy lashed

Keira stopped crying when she was

Jodie had taught her that. To the three-year-old Keira, Jodie was the only warmth in her