The Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

Like always, on Sunday, Zeke came by Cassidy’s apartment, even if only for a short while, to see Claire. And every time he did, Claire would be in a good mood for the rest of the day.

This time, Zeke was in the playroom with Claire, sitting cross legged on the floor while she built something with colorful blocks. He watched her with a soft smile, then said gently, "I might not be able to see you tomorrow, kiddo."

Claire frowned, her lips forming a pout. "Why?"

"I have to go out of town for work," Zeke explained. "Just for a little while. But we can talk on video call, if you want."

Claire’s eyes lit up a little. "I want to. You have to promise to call me."

Zeke held up his pinky. "Pinky promise."

She hooked her tiny finger with his. "Okay. But you better not forget."

"I won’t," he said with a quiet chuckle. "How could I ever forget you?"

Claire giggled, her eyes lighting up with delight.

Zeke smiled and moved a bit closer. "If you ever miss me and want to talk, you can call me anytime, anywhere, sweetheart. I’ll always pick up."

Her expression softened. "Really? You’ll always answer my calls?"

Zeke gently brushed her hair back and touched the top of her head affectionately. "Of course. Always."