Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire

“You’re letting Sunny stay in our house?”Elmy honestly wouldn’t have minded if Sunny wasn’t Zayne’s past or someone he’d had a romantic relationship with. But the reality was the opposite. Seeing that woman in their kitchen this morning had made Elmy stop eating. Instead of breakfast, she had chosen to head straight to Zayne’s office and storm in.“Just temporarily,” Zayne replied shortly, without looking away from his computer screen.“Zayne!”Elmy’s breath quickened. Her face flushed. How could Zayne make a decision like this on his own? Both of her hands clenched into fists. This anger wasn’t just about Sunny being in their house, it was the fact that Zayne never once discussed anything with her.“Be a little mature. Sunny’s condition isn’t good,” he explained.Elmy gaped in disbelief. It felt like an invisible dagger had pierced her chest. “So?”“Her family’s in debt, her house was seized by loan sharks. She needs money right now. Just try to understand,” Zayne pleaded, his voice

“I’ve already drafted the contract,” Zayne said suddenly from behind, darting past the dining table. Sunny followed him, looking down, hands clasped nervously. She seemed unsettled.The coffee Elmy sipped from her cup tasted more bitter than usual. Yesterday, they had agreed to postpone the divorce until Zayne’s goal was achieved. He had told Sunny about the arrangement they made. Elmy had no doubt Sunny would accept the offer. She needed money, and anything tied to money would feel right when you were under that kind of pressure.Zayne sat across from her, pouring coffee from the pot into his cup. Elmy peeked over the rim of her cup and realized they hadn’t looked at each other since last night. Like strangers sharing a roof, yet living under one.But this morning, they were gathered at the dining table. Silence. No one initiated conversation. Only the clinking of spoons against mugs, or the sizzle of eggs being fried by the housemaid. Zayne sipped his coffee solemnly. Sunny, sitting

Close your eyes.Sleep.Elmy failed at both.Zayne’s presence beside her was one of the reasons her eyes stayed wide open until nearly three in the morning.Pulling the blanket closer, she glanced at Zayne, who was sleeping soundly next to her. His breathing was soft, almost inaudible. His lips were slightly parted. His hair—usually neat and perfectly styled—fell messily over his forehead. That look had only ever existed in Elmy’s imagination.Now it was right in front of her. Clear. Real.Trying not to disturb him, Elmy slowly rolled onto her side, facing him. She studied Zayne’s peaceful face. He could fall asleep effortlessly, while her mind refused to quiet down.For a moment, she felt the urge to touch his face. Her hand moved forward—But a low, sleepy groan escaped Zayne’s lips. His eyelids lifted.Zayne woke up.Elmy froze, eyes wide.“Can’t sleep?” Zayne asked, his voice hoarse.Elmy pressed her lips together and said nothing. Her whole body went tense. Zayne propped his head

The touch Zayne gave had crossed a line. It felt wrong. He quickly pulled his hand away and looked down at Elmy, who was frozen beneath him.“Didn’t you say you were never interested in touching me?” Elmy asked softly.Zayne saw the look in her eyes change. The softness and calm were gone—replaced by sharpness and hurt. Ever since Sunny entered their family, Elmy hadn’t been the same. Slowly, Zayne pulled away, until distance stood between them again. He clenched the side of his pants and gave a bitter smile.“Has that ever crossed either of our minds?” Zayne asked in return.Elmy got up and stood in front of him. Even in her anger, she looked to Zayne like a cat with its claws out—defensive, not dangerous.“Me!” she said loudly. “I thought about it, Zayne. On our first night, but—” Her voice faltered. Her lips trembled. For a moment, they parted as if she wanted to say something, then closed again.Zayne froze. He hadn’t expected Elmy to admit it. He stepped closer to her. “So you wa

“Do you know where my wife is?” Zayne asked Sebastian.Normally, Zayne would call his mother-in-law whenever there was an issue with Elmy. But this time, he couldn’t reach her at all. He couldn’t even imagine how chaotic things would become if they found out what had happened.Pacing back and forth, he listened to Sebastian’s string of mockery. “You’re her husband. You should know where she goes when she’s stressed.”He should’ve known. But reality wasn’t that simple. Zayne had no idea where Elmy went when she was falling apart. So he accepted the ridicule without protest.“Bastian, just tell me. Do you know where my wife is?”“For God’s sake, I don’t know, Zayne!” The call ended abruptly, and Zayne dropped onto the bed. The pounding in his head intensified, his mouth dry.Gianna walked in carrying a cup of tea. “Ms. Sunny said you weren’t feeling well, sir, so she asked me to make this.”“I’m fine.” Zayne glanced at the cup as she set it down. “Did my wife call you? Did she say where