A Sweet Little Bun for the Big Boss

Moms! No! Not this! Why is everything falling apart in my hands? And why right now? I’ll manage! I just have no other choice—I will manage!

“Ding!”—the doorbell jingles annoyingly cheerfully at my bakery.

A check? Oh… No… Worse… I freeze… Slowly sink onto a chair… That’s it. Everything’s over. This is him. He found me.