Chapter 45: I Seem to Have Married a Billionaire
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Exiting the subway, Henry carried the basket of vegetables in one hand and held Sonya’s hand in the other.
“Let’s go back home tomorrow and bring my grandmother and your aunt and uncle to New York,” Henry said.
Sonya nodded. Their wedding was a week away, and their families hadn’t met yet.
“And your parents, I should pay my respects.”
Sonya snuggled into Henry’s arm. Marrying the right person meant he cared about her concerns, thinking ahead of her.
Back at the villa, Henry gave the vegetables to the security guard. They were going home for a couple of days, and the greens wouldn’t last.
Back inside, Henry felt queasy, so Sonya made him some soothing hangover soup. As she carried it upstairs, he was showering. A loud knocking came at the door.
She put the soup down and went to the window. It was Julian Jennings.
“Open up! Sonya, open the door!”
Drunk, he was leaning against the door, barely standing.
Sonya frowned. Across the way, Seraphina, in her pajamas, opened her door. Seeing Julian Jennings at
at Sonya’s door, not his own, she slammed it shut, locking it.
It was late autumn; the nights were growing cold.
Julian Jennings, unable to open the door, slid to the ground, lying at her doorstep.
“I think I heard knocking,” Henry emerged from the shower.
“It’s Julian Jennings,” Sonya pointed.
Henry went to the window, peering out. He sneered, “All these years, and he still hasn’t over it.”
Sonya chuckled, then remembered something.
gotten
“Oh, I haven’t told you about me and him. We…”
Before she could finish, Henry nipped at her lip. She widened her eyes, confused, but Henry possessively pulled her close.
“From now on, ‘we‘ only refers to you and me. He’s not even in the same league.”
It was childish, overflowing with jealousy, but Sonya smiled, kissing Henry’s chin. “My story with him, do you want to hear it?”
Henry shook his head.“Not at all.”
Sonya looked him in the eye, earnestly, “I won’t mention him again.”
Henry kissed her.“Good.”
The kiss deepened. As Sonya was laid on the bed, she remembered the soup, pushing Henry to drink it. He gulped it down, then eagerly returned.
Passion consumed Sonya.
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She woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, her back aching.
“What’s wrong?” Henry asked.
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Sonya mumbled about being thirsty. Moments later, water was at her lips. After a few sips, she cleared her head, realizing Henry was holding her close, gazing at her lovingly.
“More?” he asked.
Sonya shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck, lazily snuggling into him. They hadn’t dated, yet it felt like they’d been together for years. The familiarity, the dependence, the sweetness–at times, it felt surreal.
The next morning, Sonya woke to find Henry making breakfast.
After showering, she went to the window, opening the curtains. Julian Jennings was sitting up. His hair was messy, his clothes covered in dirt. He shivered from the cold night, then looked over.
Their eyes met. He glared at her, defeated, and she felt only indifference. Unable to bear her gaze, Julian Jennings looked away, quickly returning to his apartment. After breakfast, Sonya got dressed while Henry went to the front to meet the car. Luke would be driving.
At the entrance, Henry was talking to the security guard. He was animated.
“Your beef was tough and chewy. You’re cutting it wrong. Don’t cut across the grain; cut with it. And when you marinate, add pineapple juice to tenderize.”
Sonya arrived as Henry was instructing the guard
The guard was attentive, taking notes.
“My wife passed away. I cook for myself, and it’s inedible.”
“How old are you?”
“Sixty–five.”
“Children?”
on cooking tender beer.
“One son. He’s married and has a granddaughter. She’s so sweet.”
Sonya approached. Henry took her hand.
“This is my wife.”
“Ms. Ella… nice… nice.”
The guard seemed surprised. Sonya had lived in the building for eight years, always as Julian Jennings’s girlfriend.
“Oh, is that your car?” the guard asked.
Henry nodded.“We’re leaving now.”
“Just curious, it’s a nice car.”
“It’s alright.”
Sonya looked at the car – a Rolls–Royce, she thought. She wondered how many cars he owned. Luke sometimes drove a black Maybach, sometimes a white Range Rover. Now, this.
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She’d heard their villa was the best in SeaCloud Villas, and he’d recently bought an estate. She was curious about his wealth. Wasn’t he just an employee?
“Can I ask you something?” Sonya asked in the car.
Henry fastened her seatbelt and gave her a pomegranate the security guard had given him.
“Ask.”
“You work at Reynolds?”
“The word ‘work‘ is interesting.”
“Isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“Your position… is high?”
“Manager level.”
“Then… what’s your annual salary?”
“I haven’t calculated it. I’ll have my lawyer transfer my assets to your name, and you can calculate
it.”
“No, no, I’m just curious.”
“Curious about what?”
“Curious if I married a super–rich guy.”
If so, it felt overwhelming. Her aunt had only mentioned a good job with decent
Henry smiled.“Too late to regret it now.”
pay and benefits
Sonya raised an eyebrow.“So, what’s your real story?”
“Does Linda know?”
“Of course.”
“She’s my mother. My real mother.”
