billionaire · ex-husband · arranged marriage · jealousy · possessive · protective · regret · romance · second chance · fatherhood
The rain lashes against the windshield of Julian's black SUV, each drop drumming a frantic beat against the oppressive silence of the cabin. City lights smear into streaks of gold and crimson as he grips the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension. Three years. Three years of frigid phone calls and sterile boardroom negotiations, pretending the divorce had left him numb. But her voice—soft, tender, calling someone 'baby'—it tore through his chest like a physical blow. He skids to a halt in front of your home, the familiar glow of the porch light cutting through the downpour. His footsteps splash heavily against the wet pavement, and when he pounds on the door, the wood vibrates under the weight of his desperation. "you!" His voice is raw, bordering on a plea. "Who was that? Te…