My Broken Marriage: Saved by a Billionaire

The news struck me like lightning.The keys jingled in my trembling hands as I shoved them into the ignition, my heart pounding so violently it was hard to breathe. My mother sat stiffly beside me, clutching her handbag as if the thin leather could anchor her in this storm. Luke sat in the back, swinging his small legs, oblivious to the magnitude of what was happening.His voice, sweet and innocent, rang out every few minutes:“Mommy, why are we in such a hurry?”I couldn’t find the words to explain. How could I tell a six-year-old that the man who had never once looked at me with love, the man who had measured my worth in silence, might be dying?Instead, I forced my lips to curve into something resembling a smile. “We just need to check on Grandpa, baby. He’s not feeling well.”Luke accepted that answer with the ease only a child could, his attention quickly drifting to the toy car clutched in his tiny fist. The wheels spun as he pressed it against the window, making soft engine no

He stepped in slowly, tall, confident. The kind of presence that makes the air shift without a sound. Dark hair swept back, perfectly tailored navy suit, crisp white shirt, and a tie that somehow made him look both intimidating and effortless. Expensive shoes clicked softly against the polished floor. He paused, scanning the room, eyes landing on me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken.“Ms. Veronica,” he said, voice smooth, low, just enough to make me catch my breath. “I’m glad you’re awake.”I blinked. Awake? Alive? The words felt almost too heavy, almost too kind for someone I had never met.Luke’s eyes widened. “Mommy… it’s him!” He jumped off the chair and ran to the man, his small legs carrying him faster than I could have imagined. “He helped me put you to bed! He said everything would be okay!”The man bent down, his dark eyes softening as he held Luke gently. “And you did very well,” he said, ruffling Luke’s hair. “You were brave.”Luke beamed. “I was scared! But you t

Veronica’s POVThe ward fell quiet after Andrew and his new girlfriend stormed out. The air still carried the remnants of his rage — heavy, sharp, lingering like smoke after a fire. And yet, for the first time in what felt like forever, even after all that chaos, I felt... relaxed.The man in the navy suit stood a few steps away, composed and calm, as if none of what had just happened could shake him. His presence felt strangely grounding — like still water in the middle of a storm, steady and unbothered. There was something about him that made me feel safe, even though I didn’t know who he was or if I could even trust him.I wiped my cheeks quickly and forced a small, shaky smile.“Thank you,” I said, my voice coming out softer than I meant it to. “For stepping in.” I added“I don’t usually— I mean, I can handle myself, but—”He raised a hand slightly, stopping me with a calm gesture. “You don’t owe me an explanation,” he said, his voice low and even, the kind that makes you listen.

Andrew’s POVI stand there as her words tear straight through me.I hate you.They echo in my head, louder than the chaos around us, sharper than any blade. I told myself I didn’t care. I truly believed it—convinced myself Veronica was just another chapter, something I could walk away from without damage. Someone temporary. Replaceable.But my chest burns, collapsing inward, and my heart betrays me.Why does this hurt so much?How does she matter? I argue with myself desperately. The only thing I should be worried about right now is Luke. My son.Luke.The name alone feels like punishment.What have I done?What kind of father puts his child in danger like this?The realization hits me harder than her words ever could. I failed him. I let my choices, my lies, my secrets spiral so far out of control that my own son paid the price. The shame is unbearable. I don’t deserve to be called a father. I don’t deserve forgiveness—from anyone.Guilt wraps around my chest, heavy and suffocating.