Last Life, I Divorced Him and He Became a Billionaire. This Life, I’m Keeping the Billionaire Chapter 17
I really hadn’t expected Caspian to go that far-putting everything out in the open just to make this
relationship legitimate.
Even after we got home, I still looked at him in disbelief.
“You… do you really have that condition?”
No wonder he’d had to rely on IVF for his child in my past life.
Caspian let out a low chuckle and leaned down to kiss me. “Yeah, not the best in that department. Hope you
won’t hold it against me.”
But looking at his utterly calm expression, I suspected he wasn’t telling me the whole truth.
Either way, our relationship was out in the open before I knew it.
Now that we were officially a couple, Caspian moved in with me. He claimed it was to bond more with Ada, but really, he just wanted to stay close to me all the time.
I’d once worried whether we’d last in the long run.
Then I thought it over. The money I made from investments was more than I could ever spend.
Even if Caspian left me one day, I could easily find a younger, sweeter replacement.
With that mindset, we passed year after year together.
He never brought up marriage, and neither did I.
It wasn’t until Ada turned five that Caspian barely escaped a plane crash during a business trip.
He rushed straight home from the airport, and the first thing he did was pull out a ring and propose.
I looked at the man kneeling before me-the faint traces of time now etched at his temples-and my heart
swelled with both sweetness and a quiet ache.
“The reason I never mentioned marriage is that I was thinking about what’s best for you.”
With his status and background, he could have someone far better than me no matter what.
Caspian took my hand and kissed it gently. “I know. But I only want you.”
The large yellow diamond ring had been bought in the very first year we were together.
The moment he laid eyes on it, he’d thought instantly of my calm, quiet eyes.
Ever since we’d met, I’d always been composed and self-possessed.
As if I never grieved, never hurt.
But after surviving the turbulent flight, Caspian opened his phone and saw my flood of worried messages
When he walked through the door, my eyes were swollen from crying.
On the table was the beef nachos he loved. On the sofa, his clothes were neatly folded.
Three pairs of slippers sat lined up closely by the entrance.
This quiet, ordinary life was everything Caspian had ever wanted.
