The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back! by H. Dally

Chapter 219 Chapter 219

Kris's steps felt heavier with each one he took up the stairs to Tessa's room. His heart pounded painfully in his chest.

What was he supposed to feel when he saw her now? What would he say? He didn't even know if he could face her, not after what he had just learned.

Memories started flooding back. Holding Tessa in his arms for the first time-so small, so fragile, and so full of life. He could still remember the sound of her first cry. It had been one of the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard.

Then, there was her first smile, lighting up her face and making his heart soar. Her first steps, wobbly but determined, with him right there to catch her when she fell. And the first time she called him "daddy"—a moment he thought would stay with him forever, but now it felt like a cruel joke.

His chest tightened, the knife twisting deeper with each memory. She wasn't his. None of those milestones were truly his.

When he reached Tessa's door, he stopped. His hand hovered over the doorknob, trembling, before he finally mustered the courage to open the door.

Tessa was on the floor drawing something. Her second favourite thing to do aside playing Lego. He had loved watching her draw, loved how her little fingers gripped the pencil as if the entire world depended on what she was making.

"Kris," Boatemaa said with a smile when she noticed him. "It's good to see you."

Tessa looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of him. She dropped the pencil she was holding and ran straight toward him, her arms open wide.

"Daddy!"

gut. His legs almost buckled beneath him as he crouched to let her

chirped, her voice full of innocence. She had no

struggling to keep his

the familiar warmth of her skin almost undoing

his hand, tugging at it with excitement.

of paper. Kris sat down beside her, feeling numb as he looked at the drawing. It was simple-just three stick people. A

continued, pointing to the little girl in the middle. Then she looked at him with her

to speak for a

like it?" Tessa asked, her voice

barely

about how Boatemaa wouldn't let her do this or that but how she always found

focus on her

at her, at the way her eyes

the

She was

wasn't his. Not really. She

him out of

Tessa looked at him with those big, innocent eyes, her brows furrowed in confusion. "Daddy... are

shook his head, forcing his voice to sound light. "No, of course not. I could never be mad at

that, but then she leaned in closer, her little hands on his arm.