My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

She shook her head, tired of listening to him repeatedly defend the evil ways of both Renata and Ivy.

Tilda kept her emotions in check. “Dad, is that all? Just so you know, I can’t reverse the script changes. It’s not just up to me;

I’m not the only scriptwriter here. You’re aware of the other scriptwriter, aren’t you? She’s the daughter of the Moreno couple and the wife of Brian Hughes. Pressuring the assistant director won’t budge her.”

Having said that, she quickly ended the call.

The sun dipped low, casting warm, yellow rays that created a play of light and shadow in the corner.

In the dim light, Tilda’s thoughts drifted to the past, to the carefree smile of that boy. The memory felt like a deep, sharp cut in her heart.

Rosalynn watched Tilda’s slim figure shivering in the cold breeze, sensing her loneliness.

out to use the restroom, hadn’t

pang

was like a ship lost at

volumes about the rough patches Tilda

“Tilda.” Rosalynn called softly.

her feelings,

“Oh, Rosalynn.”

Rosalynn inquired,

Tilda

your dad on

“Yep.”