Married a Secret Billionaire

Lena’s heart squeezed, overwhelmed by sadness.

This continued for the next few days.

Chris would visit while she slept and quietly leave as she woke up. He would bring a different meal daily, and the house would always be spotless, instantly lifting her spirits. He had been doing everything without disturbing her.

Then, one day, he made pizza. Thinly sliced pepperoni, the perfect temperature—it melted in her mouth. Tears flowed uncontrollably, breaking the barrier she had erected.

She rushed in and immediately saw Chris upon opening the door. She wanted to call out, but her throat felt blocked. Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged.

However, he halted and turned slowly. When their eyes met, he smiled gently.

Lena ran to him, crying, and hugged him tightly.

“It’s okay, Lena,” he said, patting her head. “It’s all over now. You have me. You don’t need to be afraid.”

He allowed her to release her pent-up

her back into the house when her tears finally subsided. They lay on the sofa, and she remained in his embrace, unwilling to be

the courage to share her past

her story, she kept her head down. The house grew quiet, and her racing heart was the only

holding her hands, “So, did you

“Mm-hmm.”

“Lena, I didn’t mind what happened. I just felt

bit her lip and

myself for not meeting you earlier. How different things might have

“Chris…”

this trauma, but there’s no rush,” he said, smiling. “I’ll always

really sorry!” Lena

do anything wrong. Why

The name “Drake” alone transported her back to that dreadful