The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"Got it," Katelin replied instinctively, then paused as realization dawned on her. "Who told you about Isaac?"

"He was my husband; it's only right I should know," Brittany answered honestly. "Everyone seems to skirt around the topic, but I found out. Grandma, do you know him?" Katelin met Brittany's gaze, a distant memory surfacing. After a moment that felt like surrender, she said, "Let's go sit in the gazebo."

Understanding that the old lady had stories to share, Brittany helped her towards the gazebo, which was furnished with stone benches that were cold to the touch. Brittany took off her jacket, placing it on the bench for her grandmother to sit on, then took a seat opposite her.

"Zac, I've watched him grow up," she began, recounting Isaac's life story. Losing his mother at a young age, abandoned by his father. Raised by his grandmother, he took over the family business, making a name for himself. Their whirlwind marriage, gradually filled with love and the birth of Daniel. Five years apart, squandering his fortune to win her back, only to be separated again by a tragic accident.

"Bri, you forgot everything that happened before. We didn't tell you the truth because we didn't want to upset you," Katelin consoled. "He's gone now, and you need to start a new life."

but fearing it might bring trouble to Isaac, she simply nodded,

and evening approached, a servant came to

a bath, the thoughts of her grandmother's words made it impossible to rest. She decided to call Isaac. A woman's voice answered the phone,

on the line giggled incessantly, irritation clear in

up, emotions swirling inside

from the shower, Isaac noticed his assistant with his phone and quickly snatched it back,

her earlier confidence, explaining she was just