Married a Secret Billionaire

Despite the complaints, Zuko couldn’t bear the thought of their daughter sleeping in a separate room. It was his idea to bring the crib into their bedroom.

He gently approached, took their baby girl from Lina’s arms, and began soothing her with tender words.

“Honey, you should go to sleep first. I’ll hold her for a while,” he said.

Lina’s eyes glistened with tenderness.

Even before Persephone was born, Lina had read many posts about women’s challenges after childbirth on different websites. Some described husbands who offered little help, acting like absent parents. Others talked about widow-style parenting, where women cared for their children and husbands, leaving themselves exhausted.

Zuko, however, was different.

Since Persephone’s birth, he had been actively involved in everything, even though they had hired help for various tasks. He handled diaper changes, prepared bottles, washed them, and even took part in massages and skin-to-skin contact. Despite having caregivers, he remained hands-on.

As Persephone grew, he made time for her every day, even amid his busy work schedule. He carefully selected her tiny clothes and socks, showing more detail-oriented care than when signing contracts.

ensuring Lina didn’t have to wake up at night. Although the maid brought soups and beverages, he tasted them before letting her drink to ensure they suited

was Zuko who would soothe

fatigued, and felt a mix of heartache and happiness. She realized she had married the

“You go rest.

don’t get to see my precious

laughed and

cries subsided. After a yawn, she peacefully fell

the quiet room, Zuko approached the crib with care. Persephone was like a ticking time bomb now.

his posture, ready to put her down when Lina’s phone

feet and smacked her lips a couple of

patted her to keep

her. Tell her that she’s the culprit if I can’t put down Sephy