My Husband's Regret After Discovering I'm A Billionaire Inheritor

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I had just given birth, thinking it was a fresh start. But then I found two tickets to France-not for us, but for him and Angela, his colleague. I had forgiven his infidelities before, but this was the breaking point. I had never told him the truth about who I really was-someone from a wealthy family. Heartbroken, I left with our baby and returned to my parents. He begged me to come back, but once again, he chose Angela, leaving me with a sick child. That was the last straw. I walked away, determined to inherit the billion-dollar company my father left behind. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late. I was gone, and I was never coming back.

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Chapter 14 Chapter 7

10-17 00:25

Chapter 1 Chapter 1

When Nicola returned home with a beaming smile, I had already packed my bags.

He froze for a moment, then asked, "Sara, what are you packing for?"

I didn't look up.

"I'm going to stay at my parents' for a few days."

A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He pulled a watch out of his pocket and gently put it on my wrist, then pulled me into his arms. "I've been so busy at work lately, I even forgot the day you were discharged. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"Mm."

I responded indifferently.

Nicola stared at me, seemingly waiting for me to ask him about it like I used to. But I was quietly packing my things, and his smile slowly faded,.

If it were before, I would have nagged him, demanding an explanation. But now, I just didn't have the energy for it anymore.

I had thought that, at the very least, when I found out about Nicola's affair, I would fall apart and cry.

When I discovered the plane ticket to France, I had been full of excitement, thinking it was a surprise he had planned for me. I thought he had finally learned to show some care and thoughtfulness for the pregnant me. I eagerly planned a trip to France, even packing my bags a day in advance.

But when night came, I didn't hear from Nicola. That sense of disappointment was even worse than discovering his affair-it made me realize that some things couldn't go back to how they were before.

The next day, when the flight to France landed, I finally got a message from Nicola: "There's a sudden business trip arranged by the company, we'll talk later."

It hit me-this trip wasn't for me at all.

He even forgot that today was the day I was discharged from the hospital and the day our daughter turned one month old.

I looked at the travel itinerary on my phone and felt nothing but bitterness.

A notification from my social media popped up, Nicola's "white moonlight" had posted an update.

The location was the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris.

The caption read: "We finally fulfilled our promise at the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris, a kiss shared with my love. After all the ups and downs, I'm so grateful it's still you."

The picture was of them holding hands and kissing.

I let out a cold laugh.

Nicola entered the house and sniffed the air, frowning. "You've used mugwort incense."

Since I found out Nicola didn't like the scent of mugwort, I had stopped using it. Over the years, it had always been me adjusting to his preferences.

But after seeing that photo, I suddenly understood.

Why should I make myself so uncomfortable for someone who doesn't love me?

At that moment, the baby started crying, and I picked her up, heading to the bedroom to feed her.

Nicola hurriedly blocked my way, "Sara, I haven't washed the clothes yet..."

I turned around, puzzled. "If they're not washed, then wash them. What do you need to tell me for?"

My tone was so calm that he froze for a moment.

Did he still expect me to act like before, always ironing his clothes meticulously and taking care of everything, no matter how late it was?

I lowered my head and continued packing my things, not paying him any more attention.

He stood there, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn't. He just scratched his head and turned to leave the room.

...

The baby fell asleep quickly, and my phone buzzed with a message from my dad: "Sara, you've turned down the offer to take over the company so many times. I'm getting older, can you help your dad this time?"

"I know you're worried about Nicola's pride, worried he might think that all the success was from our family business, but Dad only has you . The company has to be taken over by someone."

I looked at my phone and replied, "Dad, I've thought about it. I've decided to take over the family business."

Pinnacle Ventures had invested in many businesses in the country, and my parents, growing older, had brought up the idea of me taking over the company several times.

But I had always put Nicola's fragile pride first and refused them each time.

Nicola came from a poor family; his parents were security guards and housekeepers.

He could endure hardship, and because of his hard work, he had achieved a lot.

But what he didn't know was that all of those achievements were made possible because I had been working behind the scenes for him.

Nicola waited in the pouring rain for three hours. As soon as he saw me, he immediately kneeled down and said, "Sara! Will you marry me?"

Nicola didn't have an umbrella, and he looked soaked through, like a drowned rat.

My heart raced, my hands nervously fidgeting with my clothes.

After getting closer to me, Nicola kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "Sara, will you be my wife?"

"Yes."

I said it almost instinctively.

We got married soon after.

After we were married, Nicola insisted that I didn't need to work because he could support me.