The Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

The soft spring air slipped through the wide windows of the penthouse as Zeke stepped out of the bathroom, hair still damp. A towel hung loosely around his neck, and the subtle scent of sandalwood soap lingered on his skin.

Faint laughter echoed from the living room, Arielle, his niece, was busy admiring the collection of rare action figures displayed in the glass cabinet.

It had been a year since Zeke reconnected with Nicole. All their meetings had always taken place either at her house or in neutral cafés. But now that his divorce with Cassidy was final, Zeke no longer had any reason to say no to Arielle.

For months, his niece had begged to see the penthouse, the place she imagined to be dripping in luxury and mystery, just like the life of her elusive uncle. Zeke had always refused, not because he didn’t want her there, but because Cassidy had still been living with him.

Now, things were different.

And with today being a public holiday, it felt like the perfect time. So, for the first time ever, Zeke opened the doors of his penthouse to his sister and her daughter.

The relaxed atmosphere, however, shattered the moment Zeke entered the kitchen and saw Nicole standing near the island counter, holding his phone.

"Cassidy just called," Nicole said, her eyes sharp on him. "She asked to speak with you. But when she found out you were in the shower, she hung up."

Zeke paused, staring at the phone now lying on the cold marble.

"Zeke..." Nicole’s tone softened. "Call her back. She might get the wrong idea."

Without replying, Zeke gave a slight nod and tapped on ’recent calls.’ His heart beat faster than usual.