Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 832 Clarice looked at Khloe for a moment, fully aware of the malice in her intentions, yet she quickly tore open the envelope. The handwriting was delicate yet forceful, every stroke elegant and familiar. Clarice's heart raced-she recognized it immediately. This was Niel's handwriting "Dear Clarice, By the time you read this letter, | will likely no longer be in this world. Do not grieve, and | hope you are well. A thousand thoughts crowded my mind before | began to write, yet when | tried to put them down, | did not know where to start.

Walking alongside you to this point, there have been countless things | wanted to say but never knew how, and ultimately could not. 1 Now, as my iliness worsens and | know my days are few, I have decided to speak what is in my heart. From the moment we first met, | knew you would not be an ideal wife, nor a conventional lover. Thus, our marriage was, at its core, purely an exchange of mutual benefit.

At the time, | urgently needed your assistance-to accomplish ---- things | could not do alone, to leverage your connections and the support of your family, so that | could finally free myself from my father's control and realize my vision for the Morrison Group. You understood this well, | believe, and devoted yourself completely to align with the Morrison family. During our time together, | treated you with extreme rigor, striving to mold you into my vision-not only as a wife, but as an indispensable partner. | shared with you the successes of the Morrison Group without reserve.

Over time, as you grew more reliant on me, | found myself increasingly bound by responsibility toward you. Yet, | do not know exactly when | began to feel more than duty toward you-when my feelings became truly romantic. Perhaps it was in the days we carried the Morrison Group's burdens together, perhaps when you strove to become better to please me, or perhaps when | learned your past during your kidnapping. In any case, my feelings for you deepened steadily throughout our time together. | am not good at expressing myself, and | know | have fallen short as a husband.

Yet, you always said | treated you well after marriage-gentle, considerate, wanting to share a lifelong partnership. ---- If | truly was as good as you said, it was because your presence softened someone accustomed to fighting alone. But all of this was fleeting, Soon, | realized the truth: your words were meant only to comfort me. In your heart, there was another man, more important than I. Even after marriage, | often heard you calling his name at night. You called him "Spence." You said you wanted him to take you away. This secret weighed on me for years, yet | never dared ask.

| told myself | was not the kind to hold on when | should let go-so even if you did not love me fully, | would still be your most important person. Until the day | finally met him. He had come specifically to see you, yet | did not allow him to meet you. | heard from him your story, and realized that years ago, it was because of him that you were kidnapped-and that he had not taken you, feeling guilty, hoping | would treat you well. | know you too well. You are a woman who strives upward, one who would give everything for a man you love to your core.

But with me, from the very beginning, you lowered your stance and had a clear aim. | said | did not care what you wanted, because | could provide it. ---- Yet | must admit, over all these years, every time | thought about itthat the one you truly loved was someone else, that your willingness to bear no children and submit to me was motivated by obligation or gratitude-every thought cut me deeply..."