The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Grayson

A lot changed in the five years following my daughter’s birth. Through it all, I remained devoted to my roles as both husband and father.

I loved Isabella when she was seventeen, and I love her just as fiercely now, in her thirties.

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After Cassie’s birth, my mother admitted the truth. She was the one who manipulated the divorce document draft. She had gone to my office and seen the documents from Isabella’s lawyer. She had some idea about it because of her relationship with Evan.

I still remember her words.

“I knew seeing those terms would ignite you “C” she admitted, her voice carrying no trace of remorse.

“What if I had accepted Isabella’s conditions?” I questioned. “What if I had given her everything she asked for?”

She had scoffed, unwavering. “I know you, Grayson, better than anyone. You’re still my son. You wouldn’t just hand over everything you worked hard for to an ordinary woman.”

She had read me perfectly. When I first received the divorce draft, rage consumed me. It felt like Isabella had deceived me all over again. My mother had masterfully manipulated my predictable reaction to keep Isabella away.

“That woman is not right for you!” my mother declared.

But my response had been absolute. “Whether you like it or not, Isabella is the mother of my child. The only woman who will ever carry your grandchildren.”

That was non–negotiable.

For years, Isabella has always been the foundation of my dreams. There was a time when I was prepared to lose myself in work, but now, my priorities have shifted entirely with her by my side. Her happiness has become my primary concern.

A rustling at the doorknob pulled me from my thoughts, followed by the unmistakable sound of Cassie crying outside my study.

I rushed to the door and found my daughter struggling to open it.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, lifting her into my arms.

Isabella appeared in the doorway, concern etched on her face.

“Why the tears, baby?” she asked.

Cassie sniffled. “Mommy… my classmate said Daddy doesn’t love you.”

Isabella’s frown deepened. Even after five years, people still talked about her. As a public figure, she couldn’t escape the scrutiny, especially after my mother revealed our divorce years ago.

After my divorce from Isabella became final, my mother launched a new strategy: sending a parade of women to my hoping to push me into a new relationship.

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Eliot turned them all away. I warned her to stay out of my life, telling her that if she continued testing my patience, I would send her to Africa to live among the wildlife.

Stubborn as ever, she did test me. So, I followed through on my warning, arranging for her relocation to South Africa.

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tronically, after six months there, she felt on at home in the savannas that she decided never to return.

“Their parents said you and Mommy are just pretending to be a couple Cassie pouted, her voice still trembling with burt. “When I got mad, my teacher scolded me

1 sighed, gently coaxing her. The truth was, my relationship with Isabella was complicated, but a child wouldn’t understand

that

“You don’t have to fights sweetheart,” Isabella murmured, stroking Cassie’s back, “You know very well that Daddy and I love

each other”

“Then why aren’t you husband and wife? Why did you break up?” Cassie’s voice wavered, her disbelief evident. “Women want to steal Daddy away, and men chase after Mommy, too, Cassie and Baby Gabe don’t want to be left alone”

Isabella pressed her lips into a thin line. She wasn’t the only one struggling with the weight of our situation. I had been waiting for the perfect moment to propose again. Our first and second attempts hadn’t been right.

Isabella was starting to realize just how tangled our lives had become–especially with our children. Yes, children–because in addition to our five–year–old daughter, Cassie, we also had a two–year–old son, Gabe.

After the incident with Cassie and her classmate, Isabella had been quieter than usual. One evening, I found her by the window, gazing out into the night. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her from behind.

“I received an invitation,” she muttered, “My design has been nominated for an award. The International Jewelry Competition is holding the ceremony this weekend”

She turned in my arms, wrapping hers around my neck. But there was no joy in her expression–only doubt.

“I feel like I’m excelling in my career at the cost of being a good mother.”

Isabella’s professional life was flourishing, and her work as a designer and manager helped transform SummitGlow Talent into an industry powerhouse that now represents hundreds of celebrated artists and performers.

Tears welled up in Isabella’s eyes. “I couldn’t even defend our daughter because I convinced myself that simply being together was enough. I never considered that-”

Her voice broke, and she fell silent. Perhaps she was ashamed. After all, she was the one who had asked for the divorce.

I gently wiped her tears away. “Whatever you want in this life, my love. You know I’ll always stand beside you.”

“Thank you, Gray,” she whispered. “I love you…”

“I love you so much, Isabella…” The words felt inadequate against the depth of my feelings, and I knew our family needed more than just words.

I sent her flowers almost daily, practically emptying the shop with bouquets that arrived at her office and home.

I showered her with gifts–handbags, jewelry, anything that felt worthy of the mother of my children.

I took her on dates, making sure she knew how deeply I loved her–that she was, and always would be, mine.

The night of the design competition’s awards ceremony, I was by Isabella’s side. Her hands were cold in mine, her nerves unmistakable as the final award was announced.

“And the Best Design Award goes to…” A drumroll filled the room. “Midnight, by Isabella Prescott of Cassiera!”

She rose to her feet, embracing me before going to the stage.

Her acceptance speech began unexpectedly. “There are moments in life I wish I could revisit,” she said, “When I was

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carrying my daughter, Cassie, I pursued my design career, and that dedication is why I’m standing before you today. I love my craft. I love myself. But to pursue that dream required sacrifice.”