My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Gail shook her head, dismissing the concern.

“I’m alright. The years have rolled by. Tears and anguish are behind me. My heart goes out to the poor child, though. I regret not protecting her well and letting her meet such a tragic end.”

Rosalynn paused, caught by the last statement. The baby met a tragic end? Was she dead?

Rosalynn said with a tinge of disbelief, “Brian’s grandma told me you’ve suffered the loss of a child. How could such a tragedy occur?”

As Gail exhaled deeply, a somber tone enveloped her voice.

“During the celebration of my baby’s first month, my sister, who struggles with bouts of mental instability, accidentally took the baby. Tragically, she stepped into traffic, and a passing car struck her, leading to my baby’s death.”

As she recounted the painful memory, Gail’s eyes brimmed with tears.

and offered tissues to dab

managed a weak smile and murmured her thanks,

shook her head, her own curiosity about whether Gail had witnessed the accident with her

test could wait until

while continuing her baking, “Rosa, you and Brian appear to share a close

as she contemplated the truth of

affection truly exist between

would never have procured a fake divorce

there trouble between you

was nurturing, inviting confidence like that of a maternal figure, coaxing one to

a solemn nod, admitting, “Indeed. There was a dispute with him not