MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND’S LIE

“I love you, Amelia. Today, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life.”He said it so simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world.The kind of words you don’t need to think about — you just feel them.The city lights flashed against Liam’s face as we drove through the streets. His hand rested on the steering wheel, the other loosely wrapped around mine, thumb brushing my skin in slow, absent circles.I smiled, my heart swelling with that familiar ache that only came when I looked at him too long.“You’ve been saying that for three years straight,” I teased softly.“Because it’s still true,” he murmured, eyes flicking to me before turning back to the road. “And it’ll be true for the next fifty, or even hundred,"I rolled my eyes, pretending to be unimpressed, though the corners of my lips betrayed me. “Fifty, huh? That’s a lot of patience, Mr. Sinclair.”“For you?” His mouth curved. “It’s not nearly enough.”I couldn’t stop smiling. My cheeks hurt, but I didn’t care. It was our

The door creaked open, and in walked the last person I wanted to see.Eleanor Sinclair.Her heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor, echoing louder than the steady beeps of the monitors keeping Liam alive. Even in the chaos of the hospital, she looked like she was walking into a boardroom — poised, controlled, terrifying.I straightened in my bed, my voice rasping. “What are you doing here?”She walked closer and without a second thought, her palms hit my face, harsh and hard, the sting added to the pain that was already coursing through my body.“I should be asking you that,” she said coolly, shaking her wrist like she was the pained one, her gaze sliding from my IV line to Liam’s still body. “Haven’t you done enough?”My breath caught. “Excuse me? Why did you slap me?" I asked, my eyes red with fury.“You heard me.” Her tone was calm, but there was venom in every word. “You’ve already ruined his life once. The least you could do is not hang over his bed like some guilty ghost.

Five years later “I’m sorry to say this, Miss Amelia… but your son is dying.”The words cut through the air so sharply I almost didn’t hear them right.For a moment, I just stared at the doctor, waiting for him to take it back — to say it was a mistake, a mix-up, anything. My throat burned as I forced out a weak, trembling laugh.“D-doctor, that cannot be Noah’s results. I mean… it might be for someone else, but not Noah’s. He only has a wound that’s not healing fast.”“Miss Amelia—”“Please, tell me you’re joking,” I interrupted, my voice rising.But he didn’t. He just stood there, his face solemn, hands folded like a man who’d said these words too many times before.Something in me broke. He wasn’t joking. Nobody jokes about things like this.My stomach dropped. My chest tightened so hard it hurt to breathe. The white walls around me blurred, too bright, too calm, as if mocking how fast my world was falling apart.“What—what do you mean dying?” My voice came out small, almost child

The next morning came too fast.I barely slept throughout the night, Noah had tossed and turned most of the night, shifting restlessly against my chest like even in sleep his body knew something was wrong. By the time he drifted off again, it was past 4 a.m., and all I could do was stare at the ceiling of the tiny hotel room, counting the seconds we were losing.Four months.Four months before things went from bad to irreversible.Noah gripped my hand tightly. He looked pale, too pale, and he leaned into me as if the morning breeze was too much for him.“Mommy… are we really meeting Daddy today?” he asked quietly.I forced a smile, even though my stomach twisted. “We’re going to try, baby. That’s what matters.”He nodded like he wanted to believe it.I wished I could believe it too....Liam’s headquarters stood tall above me, a building made of glass and money.Noah tugged lightly at my sleeve. “Mommy… your hand is shaking.”I looked down. It was.“I’m just cold,” I lied. “Come o

Amelia's POV "No wait, you need to listen to me, I'm talking to you— just let me in for a minute, just tell him I'm here," I begged the guards, but he was insistent, as he dragged me out of the company.I turned to his assistant, hoping he could make an exception, but he simply looked away like I wasn't even there."Mommy, let's go home, I'm tired," Noah rasped, tugging weakly on my clothes."O-okay baby, let's go," I muttered, holding back the tears that burned my eyes as I lifted him from the floor.Noah wrapped his little arms around my neck, his cheek pressing against my shoulder, warm and tired. I forced my legs to move, even though my chest felt like someone was twisting a knife inside it.The guards watched me leave like I was dirt on the floor. One of them muttered something under his breath, and the receptionist quickly pretended to be busy with her computer.I held my son tighter.Just a minute. All I needed was a minute with Liam.To look him in the eyes and ask for him t