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.”

she could do was cry. He allowed her to release her

shoulders and guided her back into the house when her tears finally subsided. They lay on the sofa, and she remained

mustered the courage to

she kept her head down. The house grew quiet, and her

did you hit me

“Mm-hmm.”

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

bit her lip and glanced downward, struggling

trauma he caused remains. I hate myself for not meeting you earlier. How different things might

“Chris…”

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

really sorry!” Lena

held her close. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Why are

shuddered. The name “Drake” alone transported her back