Billionaire: Chasing Her Back

d. The long mahogany table served as their meeting point where Eliza Callahan faced Noah while their faces reflected the soft glow from the ca

tine practice. He was the ideal man for any woman: He stood tall and groomed to perfection while his self-confiden

mmaculate with perfect tailoring while his dark hair appeared well-combed. Onlookers saw them as the pe

se. Finding words had become increasingly difficult in this life. Vulnerability and honesty foun

lity to express herself to him had disappeared. Together they could n

lly? Your distant gaze sugge

e leaves caught in a strong autumn breeze. Their perfect relationship existed in a perfect world, complete with luxury penthouses and charity events where they struck glam

his trophy wife gave her the appearance of a stunning accessory to stand by his side. The glamorous

ed the point at which she lost touch with her identity. She lost parts of herself because she worked so hard to sustain the per

od by her side as a devoted husband while his arm encircled her waist. She wore a sapphire-blue gown, and her hair fell in loose waves. The beauty of the

up of powerful people. His hand remained on her back for too long, which served as his unspoken assertion of ownership over her

bout what she wanted to accomplish or her aspirations. He lived his life with precisio

e. The reality revealed itself through multiple subtle indications, including the cold, disinterested glances they traded at breakfast when they both understood they had

alongside warm sunshine. Eliza had exerted tremendous effort to appear completely content with her life, which many others would regard with envy. Noah missed her silent signs of displeasure because he remained focused on his ph

or their future, which left no space for her voice. It wasn't just silence that suffocated her. She realised she would never reach his standards or f

mory haze, and Eliza blinked t

reclined in his chair and told her, "Eli,za you've remained silent to

although he was the man she had loved deeply in the past. He

velation, but she couldn't halt them from leaving her mouth. The reality. She was becoming aware of the high cos

manage this situation without needing my assistance? His voice dropped to a low tone that bordered

em. The reality of her choices pressed down on her chest as she remained seated like an

ah? He would

he stood up from the table, demons

ad just begun to live her actual life. He no longer def

ad fr

with a strong belief that No