My Fiancé Skipped Our Wedding for His Assistant — Then I Married the Billionaire Who Had Loved Me
Chapter 8
Their relationship changed slowly.
There was no dramatic first date.
No grand romantic announcement.
They simply started spending time together.
Coffee.
Dinner.
Long drives.
Quiet conversations.
Alexander discovered Natalie hated formal restaurants.
She preferred food trucks.
Natalie discovered Alexander was surprisingly funny when he wasn’t in a boardroom.
They laughed.
A lot.
One evening, she asked:
“Why didn’t you tell me before I got engaged?”
He looked at the road.
“Because I knew you loved him.”
“You should have tried.”
“I wasn’t willing to become the reason you doubted your happiness.”
Natalie looked at him.
“That was noble.”
“It was stupid.”
She smiled.
“Maybe.”
He stopped the car at a lookout overlooking Los Angeles.
The city glittered below them.
“I don’t want you because you were hurt by him.”
Alexander looked at her.
“I want you because of who you are when you’re happy.”
Natalie smiled.
“I’m happy now.”
“With me?”
She nodded.
He reached for her hand.
She didn’t pull away.
Their first kiss was quiet.
No cameras.
No audience.
No revenge.
Just two people who had spent years standing too far apart.
