I Married My Taxi Driver Just to Annoy My Ex – The Next Day, He Showed Me a Photo That Changed Everything

I just stared. “So… you’re a billionaire?”

He shrugged. “Technically, yes. But I don’t care about any of that.”

I sat down on the armrest of my couch, still holding the photograph. “Then why marry me?”

He didn’t sit, just stood near the window, watching the sunlight creep across the floor.

“Two years ago,” he said, “I was engaged to someone. She left me after I discovered she was cheating. I also found out that she wanted the title, not the man. I’ve been avoiding people ever since. But you—” he looked at me then, really looked—”you saw me for who I was behind the wheel. You weren’t interested in the money or the status. You just needed a ride.”