Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Graham said, looking at Maisie, "Do you understand what I just said?"

Maisie smiled, indicating she understood.

This would mean they would have an independent marriage, not interfering with each other's lives, sharing living expenses, and offering help in family emergencies if desired, or not if they chose not to.

However, the Bayers were a prestigious family and were unlikely to face such emergencies. Meanwhile, Maisie was from a less notable background and seemed to be the one with endless troubles.

She asked, "Graham, are you considering a prenup with me?"

"How did you guess?" His eyes brightened. "You've grasped my point, Maisie! I'm pleased."

Her surprise was evident. She had only been testing him, not expecting a definite answer.

"Prenups are necessary," he affirmed. "Many young people overseas do this before marriage. I've spent enough time abroad to embrace the concept, and I agree with it. It's better to clarify everything before marriage. Even if we were to divorce in the future, it would be straightforward. Otherwise, it'd be a waste of time and energy, detrimental for both parties."

Maisie was taken aback. "You've thought about divorce?"

He chuckled. "I believe in being prepared. Of course, no one aims for divorce when they marry, but it's wise to be ready."

He added, "I'm someone who values backup plans."

Maisie mustered a smile. The notion sounded reasonable—independence in marriage, financial boundaries, but...

support each other, not stand by in times of need, if they ended up splitting the cost of a bowl of salad, what was the point of such a

had envisioned a life with him from the start, but now, it seemed she

shook off the

she assured him. "I won't bring up my brother-in-law's

burden alone!" Graham reassured her. "This is their issue. They

"Graham! That's my sister!"

they?" Graham thought she

She doesn't want to work. All she

sister is different

and asked, "How are they

Graham quickly grabbed her hand. "That's not

to explain." She

she desired, while her sister, born humbly, didn't deserve

to clarify his statement, the doorbell rang. It was Nicole

appeared suspicious. She hurriedly approached her

a smile. "We work

explained, stuttering, "-FFat Lawler said... W-Wesley's debt has

safety from now on. We won't let Wesley bother you. Fat

were

"What happened, sis?"

you later," Nicole said, avoiding eye contact. She turned to the two men and said, "Thank you, but I don't need your assistance right