The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Getting there

I watched as she stood there, frozen in shock. I knew she must be reeling from what I'd just said. She had been so sure of my feelings for her, so confident that she was the only woman in my life. But now, she was realizing that maybe she wasn't as special as she thought. I had given everything to our marriage, but she betrayed me. Now she was being faced with the possibility that it had all been for nothing.

Walking briskly back into the room, she hastily drops her phone on the neatly made bed before rising to her feet, her gaze fixed on me. There is a determined look on her face as she prepares to voice out her thoughts.

"I have one or two questions," she assertively says, seeking my permission to proceed. I respond with a nod, indicating that she has my full attention and encouragement to ask further.

"Who do you think is after your life? I know you rarely speak, let alone have issues with anyone. I only have one person in mind." Her words are filled with curiosity and concern as