Married a Secret Billionaire

Daniel grappled with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he hoped that she would remember him, but on the

other, he wished she could completely forget everything that had transpired before, never to recollect those

memories again.

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Guided by Nicole's directions, Maisie navigated her way to her family's address. She couldn't help but smile at the

irony of needing a map to find her own home. Over the past two years, the concept of "home" had slowly faded

from her mind.

"We're almost at my house," Maisie informed Daniel. "You don't have to accompany me any further. I can go on my

own."

"Alright. I'll head back to the company to take care of some matters."

"Sure, go ahead." Maisie was aware that Daniel worked for the prestigious Quimby Group, a renowned name in this

city. Daniel must have a lot of responsibilities there.

With a wave and a smile, she turned to face the aging apartment building.

The neighborhood was in a low-income area, surrounded by shantytowns. The remaining buildings were only three

or four stories tall, showing signs of disrepair and appearing on the verge of collapse.

However, Maisie recalled Nicole mentioning that her family's living conditions hadn't been this dire in the past. What

had caused this decline?

as she climbed the stairs. Upon

preparing chicken soup.

"Mom—"

"Don't just stand there,

hands and

hadn't expected her mother to immediately

her return home.

forgotten that she hadn't

and entered the kitchen. The place was in disarray, and

clutter of pots and pans

washing, peeling, and chopping vegetables and

so slow?" Cindy impatiently scolded her. "Have you been living the high life for so

forgotten how

retorted, "Mom, I am

are you even doing?" Cindy grabbed the knife from her hand. "I'll do

of the knife striking the cutting board resonated like a stab to

was eerie and unsettling.

she stepped into the house, she wanted

to inquire when he would pick her up, only for Cindy