Heiress' Househusband is a Secret Billionaire

Standing opposite the windows of his bedroom, Ruediger threw his gaze out. He looked at the sky, now painted in a blend of soft blues and pale yellows.

The morning sun had just peeked over the distant horizon, signaling the beginning of a brand new day.

At six-fifteen, the city had just rose from its slumber. Ruediger saw more vehicles pass through the main streets, while the passersby rushed on the pedestrian streets.

Ruediger shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He was ready to head out with Lariette, only waiting for her now. The lack of luster on his face showed he was still deeply entangled with the events of yesterday.

Ruediger clenched his jaw slightly, trying to push away the sting of guilt that clawed at him. Despite having been hearing the accusations for decades, there were times when he would be terribly bothered by them.

Especially... when she was also forced to hear them.

Chairman Alvord’s words haunted Ruediger, the ones he heard through the muffled phone call and when they faced each other.

"Why tie yourself to a man who brings nothing but disgrace?"

"Why would you want to be with someone who killed his own mother?"

"Lies? You’ve convinced yourself with that? That you weren’t the reason your mother died?"

Each of his estranged father’s words only cut deeper into his heart, tearing fresh wounds over the barely healed scars.