Love's Reel Betrayal, My Billionaire Husbands Return

st? I can't abandon her, especially not at this unforeseen moment,"

only 24 hours to finalize the divorce, or you

with a divorce, especially tomorrow, on the day of our sixth anniversary. It

e softened, "Do y

can't bear the thought of losing you, B

ou a two-week window to set things right," the caller stated before abruptly e

wealth. Located on the upper floor of a sleek, testament to his billionaire status, exudes opulence with dark wood paneling, leather furnit

y rose from his seat and exited his office, his assistant hurried after him. "Sir, you have a mee

a trip," he replied decisively b

moved with purpose, diligently contributing to the conglomerate he had built. Richard's company was more than just a business; it was a global force, a powerhouse in va

th him and presenting a stack of files. "Sir, you asked me to bring

anked by two well-dressed guides who ensured a seamless exit. Richard entered the car, lowered the window, and addressed the gentleman who had followed him, "Br

the attention of pedestrians and motorists alike. Whether strolling down the sidewalk or driving in

d, signaled the extravagance that lay beyond. The winding driveway led to a magnificent abode situated a short distance away. The main hou

ens, meticulously manicured, surrounded the property, showcasing a dazzling array of flowers and foliage. The mansion's arc

rd's exit. With a determined stride, he made his way to the mansion, where a group of maids and guide

ing Richard in removing his outer jacket, The interior of Richard's mansion matched the splendor of its exterior. Once inside, he was greeted by a w

antly carved and upholstered in sumptuous fabrics, graced the spacious rooms. Rich, dark wood paneling

mental vases and sculptures that added to the ambiance. The mansion felt like a masterpiece, a harmo

red a comforting and welcoming atmosphere. As he entered, a delightful a

all river that wound behind their home. There, he spotted his wife serenely fishing on a canoe, the

tranquil activity. He stood there, a soft smile playing on his lips, though a tear escaped his eye. He quickly wiped it a

her hand towards him, and with a loving smile, he provided the support she needed to step out of the canoe. Together, they stood by the river, the world outside their own forgotten, and a shared

exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She hugged him out

name, not even an extra pair of jeans when I first moved to Canada. And you, dressed like Moana, caught my eye. I couldn't help but ask if you we

a mischievous bird came and stole y

and I ran after it

hey reminisced about that day. A sense

me true tomorrow. We're rich now." A single tear escaped his eye, carry

he whispered to himself, "I'm