Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Renee had a long dream, taking her back to her childhood. There, she saw the sun setting and her mother waiting at the street corner. Their days together, while simple, overflowed with happiness.

As Renee’s consciousness slowly returned, she was hesitant to open her eyes. She longed to return to that dream and those carefree days.

A teardrop moistened her eyelashes, rolling from her eye’s corner.

–

Kaitlyn had left this world, leaving Renee an orphan. After the funeral, Nicholas and Linda brought her back home, treating her like their own daughter.

Cordelia and Zephyr visited often. Even Toph, still recovering, hobbled over on crutches to be by her side, his cheery disposition brightening her somber life like the sun.

Strangely, the more they did, the sadder Renee became. If only she had decided earlier and sent her mother to get treated—maybe these events wouldn’t have unfolded.

One evening, Lena noticed Renee barely ate. After a pause, she chose to make soup and offer it.

Just as she approached the stairs, Chris suddenly appeared! The soup might have met his head if Lena hadn’t been composed.

Staring at each other, Lena asked, “W-Why are you here?”

Chris chuckled without words.

“Are you staying at the Thompson’s?” Lena was puzzled. “Why do I keep seeing you here all the time?”

“Is it that you don’t want to see me?”

“Not that, it’s just strange.” Lena sighed. “You have a home, yet you’re always here!”

Chris stood tall. “Don’t you know why I’m here?”

Lena wrinkled her brow and chuckled.

Ever since they returned from that village, Chris had become a ticking time bomb, always carrying a sense of resentment in his words.

the bowl of soup

so

“I haven’t eaten either!”

Lena was confused.

sat at the dining table and sulked with his arms crossed over his chest. He said, “Lena, let’s see how you

was even more

at the kitchen, and murmured, “There’s some food left

Lena paid no

came and went, finding his behavior amusing. However, no one dared laugh in his presence.

onto the table when fatigue set in. He dozed into a dream. In the dream, Lena transformed into a devoted wife, cooking and tending to chores. They lived in

Zuko. He questioned,

crafted her a sniper rifle.

laughed, his voice

head on his arm, Chris mumbled, “What does ‘give her a shot’ mean? Zuko, I lack

“Here, enjoy your meal!”

of nowhere, a

brow, catching a

his eyes, realizing he wasn’t dreaming. A plate

“What…”

He was stunned.

was in a white porcelain plate, and the hand holding the plate was as fair as the porcelain, as if it was part of the

were

to attention, sat up

make

“You’re quite something, sleeping

and picked up a fork, quickly devouring the pasta. It was

a strange emotion. “It seems you were really

“Hmm?”

pursed her lips. “Saying something about not having energy and needing to eat before doing anything. Hey, what are you going to do that

think for a moment, and his face turned