Flash Marriage to My Billionaire Savior

“For two years, my fiancé Aaron controlled my life with a sick, suffocating rule: if my phone battery dropped below fifty percent, all our plans would be immediately canceled. He claimed it was to cure my habit of procrastination. At my twenty-sixth birthday party, my battery showed forty-nine percent. With all my friends gathered and the candles on the cake already lit, Aaron coldly canceled our private room right in front of everyone. "Rules are rules, Audrey," he said, completely ignoring my burning humiliation. "Missing one birthday will finally teach you a lesson." On Thanksgiving, he was supposed to make his first formal visit to my parents. My mother had been cooking since dawn. Halfway there, Aaron's female best friend, Bella, sent a text: "My phone is dying. I'm alone at the airport and so scared." Aaron slammed on the brakes and immediately turned the car around. "My parents are still waiting at home," I reminded him. He just sped up and yelled, "Her phone is dying! What if she loses contact?" When we rushed into the airport terminal, I watched Bella throw herself into his arms. Aaron quickly pulled out his power bank, charging her phone with a tenderness he had never shown me. But as her screen lit up, I clearly saw the battery icon: ninety-eight percent. Aaron just smiled indulgently and tapped her nose. "Next time, don't scare me like this," he whispered softly. I looked down at my fully charged battery and dialed the billionaire tech CEO who had been quietly loving me for four entire years. "Are you still willing to marry me right now?"”