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.”

to release

her tears finally subsided. They lay on the sofa, and she remained in his

courage to share her

her head down. The house grew

hands, “So, did you hit me that time because of

“Mm-hmm.”

a moment before speaking softly. “Lena, I didn’t

and glanced

succeed, the trauma he caused remains. I hate myself for not meeting you

“Chris…”

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

I’m really sorry!”

close. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Why are you apologizing? It’s Drake who should be

alone transported