Married a Secret Billionaire

Daniel gently caressed the word on the tombstone, his eyes brimming with tears. Recollections of something Owen

had said echoed in his mind.

"Maisie buried the child... Do you want to know where your daughter is buried?"

Tears streamed down his face.

The tombstone, a simple rectangular piece of stone, bore only one word carved on it—Curtisa. "Curtisa." Daniel

sobbed, certain it was his daughter. Maisie had given her such a beautiful name. Footsteps approached from

behind.

Daniel turned to see Maisie standing there, holding a bouquet of daisies. Their eyes met, both surprised. It was the

first time she had witnessed him cry.

'So, the seemingly cold, heartless man is capable of sobbing like a baby,' she thought.

"You're here." Daniel hastily wiped away his tears, his voice hoarse. "I-I was just taking a stroll. If you don't want me

here, I'll."

a bit," she said. "Be with her. This must be. your

tombstone, she took out a handkerchief and wiped it. Her fingers trembled as

the name

kindness shown. Slowly, he sat on

sat, side

rustled the leaves, and birds soared above,

only he had found Maisie earlier, the family

I've never noticed

was indeed my first

did you name her

thought of two names. It'd be Curtis if it was a boy

a piece of paper into his study and asking him which one

understood then, casually pointing at Curtisa and

names begin with 'cu', showing that they

"Oh..."

calm demeanor indicating a newfound