Richest Mogul

As Natalie watched Jeremy disappear into a car, a wave of nausea washed over her, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. Her mind reeled, struggling to grasp the reality before her.

The driver had to call out to her several times before she finally snapped back to reality, her face pale.

The car Jeremy was in disappeared from her sight.

“Sorry. Let’s go,” Natalie mumbled.

The driver noticed Natalie’s pale face. She had been so lively and cheerful when she got into the car. He then remembered her phone call. Putting two and two together, a flicker of understanding crossed his

face.

he kindly said, “You’ve recently gotten married, haven’t you? Don’t be too heartbroken. Take some time for yourself to explore. Sometimes, you

loved more. He viewed men as generally

driver saw no need to

mess. The driver’s words,

through the motions of returning home, and before she knew it, she had finished her bowl of pasta.

startled her. It was Austin. “Are you home?”

home,” Natalie replied, her voice muffled. Only then did she realize she had been crying Into fier paste just

was thick

before asking, “Are you

watched a show,” Natalie stammered. “The male

he still lied to her.

words tumbled out, a desperate plea for reassurance that contradicted