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.

bowl of soup in

so I’m sending

“I haven’t eaten either!”

Lena was confused.

his arms crossed over his

even

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

paid no

Household staff came and went, finding his behavior amusing. However, no

transformed into a devoted wife, cooking and tending to chores. They

by Zuko. He questioned,

her a sniper rifle. I gave it

laughed, his

“What does ‘give her a

“Here, enjoy your meal!”

of nowhere,

a

wasn’t dreaming.

“What…”

He was stunned.

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

eyes were

sat up straight, and solemnly accepted the

make this?”

something, sleeping in

and picked up a fork, quickly devouring the pasta. It was delicious and not greasy. He slurped it all up, finding it

suddenly felt a strange emotion. “It seems

“Hmm?”

sleep just now.” She pursed her lips. “Saying something about not having

moment, and his face turned slightly