The billionaire's runaway wife

Chapter 2 — Don’t Talk to My Mum Like That Kate forced her hands to keep moving. The vegetables were almost done. The sauce needed stirring. Dinner had to be perfect. It always did. Because perfection was the only thing that kept her invisible—and invisibility was safer than being seen and rejected. She turned off the stove and stepped back. The food could wait. Kate wiped her hands slowly on a towel, pressing her palms together afterward to stop their trembling. She took a steady breath and reached for the strings of her apron. Then she heard it again Laughter. Mason’s laughter towards his childhood love, towards the woman that broke him completely and walked out of his life when they were supposed to get married. Yet he laughed so freely with her, like she didn't completely break him, like she never left and like he wasn't married. It drifted in from the living room warm in a way that it had never been for her. Kate hesitated before leaving the kitchen

Chapter 4 — This is an emergency. Kate broke down in the silent room, she just couldn't hold it in anymore. Her hands pressed against her mouth as tears rushed freely down her cheeks, her shoulders shaking with everything she had held in for years. This wasn’t the marriage she had hoped for. All she had ever wanted was simple—to be seen, to be loved for who she was, not tolerated, not blamed, not despised. She didn’t want Mason’s money. She never did. If he had nothing—no name, no wealth, no mansion—she would still have loved him just the same. That truth hurt the most. Loving someone who would never love her back the way she loved him. People say opposites attract but that was far from the truth with her and mason. she was madly in love with him and he hates her like she was the devil, but ironically he loved Elena so much. A child she bore. His everything calmed from her. Kate pressed her palms against her chest, trying to breathe . Every choice she had made repla