Six months after throwing me out of our home and calling me a gold digger, my billionaire ex-husband rushed into the hospital carrying his little son who could barely breathe. “Please... save him,” he begged the moment he recognized me. I quietly put on my gloves and treated the child, but the bl00d test revealed an experimental drug linked to his own company.

Spring arrived once more, bringing blooming flowers and warmer breezes to Minnesota.

The relationship between Naomi and Elijah evolved into something new, mature, and deeply respectful. While they were no longer husband and wife, they had built a strong, healthy bond built around Toby’s happiness and their shared work with the pediatric foundation.

Elijah frequently invited Naomi to join him and Toby for weekend walks in the park or quiet dinners at small, unassuming local restaurants—far away from the glamorous, high-society lifestyle he had once prioritized. Naomi accepted occasionally, enjoying the simple pleasure of watching Toby grow into a happy, energetic, and healthy child.

One Sunday afternoon, while Toby was playing on the swing set at a quiet neighborhood park, Elijah and Naomi sat on a wooden bench nearby.

“He asks about you every day, you know,” Elijah said with a soft laugh, watching Toby soar into the air. “He thinks you’re a superhero.”

“I’m just a doctor who did her job,” Naomi smiled, leaning back against the bench.

“No, you’re more than that,” Elijah said softly. He looked at her, his expression warm and thoughtful. “Naomi... I know we can never go back to the past. The people we were six months ago are gone. But... would you ever consider letting me court you again? Not as your rich ex-husband trying to win you back, but as a man who wants to earn the privilege of being in your life, starting from scratch?”

Naomi turned her head to look at him. She saw no arrogance in his eyes, no demand, no entitlement—only genuine sincerity and deep love.

She let out a quiet breath, feeling the warm spring breeze blow through her hair.

“Starting from scratch means no expensive grand gestures, Elijah,” she said with a subtle, playful glint in her eye. “No buying hospitals. No public relations campaigns. Just coffee, honest conversations, and taking things one day at a time.”