Faking It With My Billionaire Husband

Unexpected call

As we stood in the warm glow of the kitchen, a quiet understanding settled between us. The world outside was busy with its endless demands, but here, in this small space, we found a moment of peace. Max’s gentle presence felt like a balm to my frayed nerves, anchoring me amidst the storm of responsibilities and emotions.

I reached out, taking his hand in mine, feeling the steady beat of his palm. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “For everything—your patience, your support. It means more than I can say right now.”

He squeezed my hand softly, a reassuring smile on his face. “We’re in this together, Alina. No matter what comes, I’ll be here. And your mom’s strength—her courage—it inspires me, too. She’s lucky to have you by her side.”

A small tear escaped, and I quickly brushed it away, feeling vulnerable but also grateful for the honesty that now flowed more freely between us. “I just want to get through this, one step at a time. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m doing enough, or if I’m enough.”

Max’s eyes softened with understanding. “You’re more than enough. And you’re doing everything you can, even when it feels like it’s not enough. That’s what matters. We’re learning as we go, and I’ll be right here, every step.”

The clock on the wall ticked softly, marking the quiet evening. I leaned into him slightly, feeling the comfort of his presence. The weight of the day still lingered, but in that moment, I felt a fragile hope blossoming—a reminder that even amidst uncertainty and change, love and support could be found in the smallest acts of kindness and understanding.

As we moved towards the table to enjoy the meal he had prepared, I knew that the road ahead would have its challenges. But with Max by my side, and the love and strength I drew from my mother’s unwavering spirit, I felt ready to face whatever was next. Together, we would navigate through this season of change, one gentle step at a time.

We sat down at the table, the soft glow of the candles casting flickering shadows across our faces. The aroma of garlic and herbs from the dish Max had crafted filled the room with comforting familiarity. I felt a strange sense of calm that I hadn’t experienced in a while, as if, in this quiet moment, all the chaos outside had momentarily softened.

Max reached across the table, taking my hand again, his thumb gently stroking the back of it. "Tell me more about your mom’s favorite mystery," he said softly, encouraging me to open up.

I smiled faintly, grateful for the distraction. "It’s a classic whodunit, full of unexpected turns. She always loved a good puzzle, and it’s one of the few things that can make her forget about everything else—even if just for a little while." I paused, my voice catching slightly. "I wish I could be there more often, to see her face light up when she figures out the clues."

He squeezed my hand gently. "You’re doing everything you can. Sometimes, just being there, even if it’s in small moments, makes all the difference."

I nodded, feeling the truth of his words settle within me. I thought about the delicate balance I was trying to maintain—being strong for my mother, building my relationship with Max, and managing my own fears and doubts. It was a lot to carry, but sharing it with him made it feel a little more manageable.

After dinner, Max suggested we take a walk outside to enjoy the crisp autumn air again. I agreed, eager for the simple pleasure of stepping out into the evening. The city lights twinkled in the distance, and the cool breeze brushed against my cheeks as we strolled along the sidewalk.

We fell into an easy silence, the kind that comes from shared understanding. I looked up at the darkening sky, dotted with stars emerging through the fading light. My mind drifted to my mother’s resilience, her quiet courage despite everything she was facing. It reminded me that strength wasn’t always loud or obvious—it often whispered in moments like these, in quiet acts of love.

As we walked back toward the penthouse, Max reached for my hand again, intertwining our fingers. “Whatever happens next,” he said softly, “we’ll face it together. No matter how tough things get, you’re not alone in this."

I smiled at his words. “Thank you it is so nice to know.” I felt my insides melt. Max was having such an effect on me. He made me feel good.

“I want to be by your side through everything, I mean it.” He took my hands into his and said.

“What are you saying, Max?” I gasped.

“What I’m saying is that I have feelings that are so strong, I can’t bare to be away from you.” He finally admitted, sending my heart racing.

But we were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing.

It was the hospital.