Last Life, I Divorced Him and He Became a Billionaire. This Life, I’m Keeping the Billionaire Chapter 10
I asked Caspian to take me to my new penthouse.
It was not far from his place, so he didn’t rush to leave.
He watched my daughter Ada for me while I went to the bedroom to clean up.
When I finished, I checked my phone and saw a long string of messages from Hudson.
The last time he’d messaged me on his own was when I was in labor, asking where I’d put my documents.
The flood of texts made it easy to tell he was panicking, even through the screen.
[Willow, what’s going on? How do you know Mr. Vanderbilt?]
[You didn’t go back to the house? I came to get some things and the lights were out.]
[I left you the house. Where are you and Ada at this hour?]
[Are you with Caspian? What’s going on between you? Willow, answer me.]
The last text had been sent just moments before.
For five whole hours, it seemed like he had been waiting for me to explain.
I didn’t answer a single one.
I went out and made a late-night snack.
Caspian and I ate together. He suddenly asked, “What are you going to do now?”
I shrugged, “Hudson gave me money, so I’ll be fine. Money makes life manageable no matter what.”
“Ada will take my last name and grow up with me. As for work, I’ll think about it when she’s a bit older.”
I’d learned basic investing, but I’d been scammed too badly in my past life.
I’d hold off on starting a business and focus on the baby for now.
Caspian raised an eyebrow, “You don’t seem sad at all about the divorce.”
Sad? Not entirely. But having lived seventy or eighty years across two lifetimes, this little wound of
humiliation would heal soon enough.
“As long as I have money, I can have any man I want.” I tilted my head and looked at him, “What about you? When will you get a girlfriend?”
Caspian’s gaze darkened, “Someone like me? It’s not easy.”
“Why?”
“I’m not getting any younger, and I’m flying around on business trips all the time. What woman wants a
husband who’s never home?”
I laughed and teased him, “The great president of the Vanderbilt Group, saying something like that. Listen to
yourself, does that even make sense?”
He curled his mouth into a small smile and went back to having his soup.
“Your French onion soup is really good. It tastes like my mom’s cooking.”
“If you like it, come by whenever you’re free. And if you don’t mind, Ada could take you as her godfather. You
can come see her anytime.”
