The Billionaire's Undoing

on radiated through the quiet morning. Every tutorial she watched made pancakes seem effortless, but after three grueling hours, she h

hapen lump in the pan.

and had high expectations-he'd long since stopped commenting on her cooking skills-

but it was safe. Ethan would grumble, curse the day he laid off the cooks, take a few bites, and request his tea be poured in a flask before heading

r taught her to cook, dismissing it as a skill Sophia would never need. And back then, Sophia had agreed. There were more impor

napping her back to the present. S

ered under her brea

I'm late

Startled, Sophia fumbled with her phone, and it slipped from

she picked up the device, flipping it over to confirm her worst fear: th

her after their arranged marriage. Back then, she'd been too stunned to appreciate t

ounder of DaeVille, a multimillion-dollar corporation specializing in security, brokerage

id not mind. Ever since their marriage, he had forbidden her from working, insisting she focus on managin

ong?" Ethan's voice cut throu

er and turned back to the tray. Toast, butter

dy seated, scrolling through his tablet. He didn'

st," he muttered, his t

ying nothing as she po

the tablet aside. "Don't wait up. I'll leave some

lowed his movements as he picked up a slice of toast. He ate in

r sip, his brow furrowing. "Di

f a smile tugging at her lips.

ted, waving a hand dismissiv

ed despite the

e added, his voice low but pointed. "It mig

her gaze. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, willing herself

his wallet from his pocket. He counted out $5

s voice was soft

ion impatient. "What n

pped my phone this morning, and the screen

igh, rubbing his temples. "That's w

tarted, but h

pick it up. He'll

above a whisper. "It's just... I'll be bored at

his wallet again. He counted out another $10,000

Mrs. Gray?" he aske

her made Sophia's heart flutter,

aid softly.

r. Moments later, she heard the roar of

a smile spread across her face. Today might have started disastrously, but