RETURN OF MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND

Lauren never imagined her life would spiral into chaos the night Caleb Monroe, dressed in a mint tuxedo and smelling like cashmere dreams, made her feel whole again... only for her dead husband to call hours later.

Caleb Monroe looked breathtaking in his light green tuxedo — a vision Lauren couldn’t stop staring at.

The familiar scent of Cashmere Bouquet drifted from him, igniting a flutter deep in her chest.

Tonight was Granny Rosa’s birthday. Tomorrow would be Lauren’s.

Granny Rosa was all Lauren had left, and Caleb had spared no expense.

The mansion in the heart of Beverly Hills was alive with laughter and the glitter of wealthy elites.

This night was supposed to be unforgettable — a bright spot after three years of pain and loneliness.

Lauren smiled as the guests sang the birthday song.

Granny Rosa’s eyes sparkled beneath her perfectly styled beehive. Lauren had done it all for her — the hair, the makeup, even the nails.

Caleb’s hand slid around her waist as she stepped onto the balcony, the buzz of the party fading behind them.

“You had a good time?” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

“All thanks to Caleb Monroe,” she whispered back, arms curling around his neck. “So… how about we end this night with a little magic of our own?”

But before Caleb could pull her closer, a sharp voice cut through the moment.

“You’ll stay with me tonight, won’t you, Lauren?” Granny Rosa appeared behind them, eyes tired but fierce. “You promised to read me my book. Not run off to roll in the sheets with your billionaire boyfriend.”

Lauren’s smile faltered as Granny’s hand gripped hers. “You always leave me alone in this big house. But not tonight. It’s still my day.”

Apologetic, Lauren let Granny lead her away, shutting the door behind them.

Upstairs, Granny pulled out her favorite Ken Follett novel and hopped onto the bed like a child.

Lauren laughed softly — a bittersweet sound that reminded her of quieter, better days when Granny Rosa read to her after her parents’ tragic death.

“You didn’t even thank Caleb for all he did today,” Lauren said quietly.

Granny’s sigh was heavy. “Ethan truly loved me. It was real.”

“But Caleb loves you, too,” Lauren insisted. “He planned this party for months. He wanted it perfect.”

“Do you love him?” Granny asked softly.

Lauren nodded. “I do, Mum. After mourning Ethan, I’m finally happy again.”

Granny’s voice dropped. “I miss Ethan. I remember sitting here with him, laughing…”

Lauren turned away. “Please, not tonight. You always bring him up on your birthday. It ruins everything.”

After Granny fell asleep, Lauren kissed her forehead and slipped out.

Downstairs, Caleb waited — a cigarette glowing in the dark.

She ran into his arms, passion igniting instantly. They kissed deeply, shedding clothes as they moved toward the bathroom — the steam of the shower swallowing them whole.

Lauren loved falling asleep in Caleb’s strong arms, feeling safe at last.

***

The Next Morning...

Sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting warmth on Caleb’s bare chest as he slept beside her.

Her phone vibrated — an unknown number flashing on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Lauren, it’s me.”

Her heart stopped. That voice.

“Ethan?”

Tears welled as disbelief crashed over her.

“This can’t be. Ethan’s dead.”

“I lost my memory. I was hidden away while I healed. But now... I remember.”

“Where are you?” she whispered, trembling.

“Dante Beverly Hills. The rooftop. Come.”

She didn’t hesitate.

***

Lauren burst into the hotel, breathless. A man dressed in white met her at the entrance.

“You’re here for Ethan Whitmore?”

She nodded, barely able to speak.

He led her through the maze of corridors until she saw him — the red hair, broad shoulders — standing at the rooftop’s edge.

Her knees gave way.

He turned.

It was Ethan.

Everything went black as she collapsed into the arms of the man who had once been her whole world.