Rejected By My Ex, I Married A Hidden Billionaire

Chapter 5 The Fake Intimacy

We retreated to the master bedroom as the mansion fell quiet. The room was enormous, with floor-to-ceiling windows, a king-sized bed, and a view that stretched over the entire city. I stood awkwardly by the door, suddenly hyper-aware of how close we’d been all night.

Ethan loosened his tie, tossing it onto a dresser. “You can take the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

I blinked in surprise. “You don’t have to—”

“It’s fine,” he said, his voice softer than before. “This arrangement is already asking enough of you. The least I can do is let you sleep comfortably.”

I nodded, unsure what to say. I changed into the silk nightgown the staff had left out, my face heating up as I did. When I emerged, Ethan was already settled on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up, and his eyes darkened for a split second before he looked away.

“Goodnight, Lila,” he said quietly.

“Goodnight, Ethan,” I whispered, climbing into the massive bed.

I lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling. I could hear his steady breathing from across the room. Part of me still couldn’t believe this was my life now—married to a billionaire, living in a mansion, pretending to be in love. But another part… a stupid, foolish part… didn’t entirely hate being near him.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast. I walked downstairs to find Ethan at the kitchen island, reading a tablet while a chef set out plates of pancakes, fruit, and coffee. He looked up when I entered, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Morning,” he said. “I have a meeting this morning, but the driver will take you anywhere you want. Shopping, the mall… wherever.”

I sat down, picking up a fork. “Actually… I want to go to the flower shop. I need to pick up my things and quit.”

Ethan’s expression softened. “Take the car. And take your time. No rush.”

I nodded, my heart fluttering for a reason I refused to name. This fake marriage was starting to feel way too real.