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My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 181
Isabelle’s POV The morning sunlight streamed through the office windows, casting a golden glow over my desk. But the warmth of the day couldn’t chase away the chill settling in my chest. The past few weeks had felt like walking a tightrope, with secrets and lies swirling just beneath my feet. Every step forward felt shaky, every move potentially catastrophic. And now this. The anonymous message had arrived in the middle of the night, a single line of text from an untraceable number: “Kaia and Walter are closer than you think. Be careful.” I’d read it a dozen times, each repetition driving the meaning deeper into my mind. Kaia and Walter. Together. It wasn’t impossible. They were both manipulative, both willing to do whatever it took to get what they wanted. But working together? That changed everything. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen of my phone, the message still open. My instincts screamed that this wasn’t just some baseless rumor. There was int
Last Updated : 2025-05-03My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 182
Isabelle’s POV The weight of the anonymous message hadn’t lessened. If anything, it grew heavier with each passing hour. “Kaia and Walter are closer than you think. Be careful.” It lingered at the forefront of my mind as I walked into my office the next morning, the hum of business as usual doing little to distract me. Stephanie greeted me with her usual efficiency, but I barely heard her rundown of the day’s agenda. My focus was elsewhere—on the puzzle pieces slowly falling into place. Kaia and Walter. It wasn’t just about them being ruthless or manipulative. That, I could handle. But the idea of them working together was a different beast entirely. If they were united, it meant they had a shared goal. And that goal had to involve me. I needed answers. After ensuring I wouldn’t be disturbed, I locked my office door and spread out the documents Stephanie had gathered on Kaia Carter. Her background, her business dealings, her personal life—it was all there. But wh
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Isabelle’s POV The meeting room was pristine, the kind of sterile environment that stifled emotions and amplified tension. I sat at the head of the long glass table, flipping through the agenda for the upcoming collaboration between my company and Ryder Industries. But my mind wasn’t on logistics or contracts. It was on her. Kaia Carter. She sat at the opposite end of the table, poised and polished in her tailored suit, her every move deliberate, her smile just sharp enough to cut. I had spent the last few days piecing together the threads of her alliance with Walter Ryder, and what I’d found left me both furious and unsettled. Kaia wasn’t just manipulative—she was ambitious. Dangerous. And now, with the details Stephanie had uncovered, I knew the truth. Kaia didn’t care about Walter. She didn’t care about Damion. She cared about power. And she was playing a long game to take everything. The meeting began, each executive presenting their updates and projections
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Walter’s POV The world respected power, and I had spent my entire life ensuring no one forgot mine. The sprawling skyline outside my office window was a testament to everything I had built. Ryder Industries wasn’t just a company—it was an empire. One that required careful management, sharp decisions, and sometimes…removing obstacles. And right now, Isabelle Everett was an obstacle. She was a thorn in my son’s side, a threat to my company, and a distraction Damion couldn’t seem to let go of. Her return to the city had set off a chain of events I couldn’t ignore, and her resilience—her refusal to crumble under pressure—was beginning to irritate me. She thought she could outmaneuver me. She couldn’t. Kaia sat across from me in my office, her legs crossed, her expression calm but watchful. I valued Kaia for her ambition, her intelligence, her ability to play the long game. She was everything Isabelle wasn’t—controlled, pragmatic, ruthless. And yet, I couldn’t shake the
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Isabelle’s POV I knew he would come. I had barely stepped into my office when the air shifted, thick with something I recognized too well—his presence. Damion. I didn’t bother turning around as the door closed behind him, the soft click sending a sharp wave of irritation through me. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said flatly, placing my bag on my desk. “I needed to see you,” he replied, his voice deep, rough. Of course he did. I finally turned, meeting his gaze. His suit was immaculate, his posture controlled, but his eyes—those damn blue eyes—were anything but. They were heated, restless, filled with something dark and consuming. Lust. For me. I ignored the way my stomach tightened at the intensity of it. “You have two minutes,” I said coolly, crossing my arms. “Say whatever it is you came here to say, and then leave.” His jaw flexed, as if he was barely restraining himself. “It’s about Kaia. And my father.” I arched a brow. “Oh? Finally realizing the people
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Isabelle’s POV The city skyline stretched out beyond the restaurant windows, a glittering illusion of peace. Inside, soft music played, waiters moved smoothly between tables, and elegant laughter filled the air. It was the kind of place designed to make people forget their troubles. But I wasn’t here to forget. I was here to remind Damion that he didn’t own me. Brian sat across from me, his expression warm but observant. He had dressed well—dark suit, open collar, the perfect balance of casual and refined. He looked like a man who had his life together. A man who wasn’t haunted by the past. Unlike Damion. “So,” Brian said, leaning forward slightly. “You never did tell me why you suddenly wanted to have dinner.” I smiled, swirling my wine glass. “Can’t a woman enjoy good food with a good friend?” His eyes flickered with something unreadable. “You can. But you’re not the type to do anything without a reason.” I took a slow sip of my wine, letting the silence stretch
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Isabelle’s POV The night was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city beyond my windows. I had just settled onto the couch, a glass of wine in hand, when the knock came. No. Not a knock. A pound. Sharp. Unrelenting. I knew who it was before I even stood. Damion. I took a slow breath, forcing myself to stay calm. But my hands trembled slightly as I set my glass down and walked toward the door. I should have ignored it. I should have let him stew in whatever storm was raging inside him. But I didn’t. Because I wanted to face him. I needed to. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, coming face to face with the man who had once held my entire world in his hands—and shattered it without a second thought. He looked…unhinged. His tie was gone, the top buttons of his shirt undone. His hair was slightly disheveled, like he had run his hands through it too many times. But it was his eyes that stopped me. Wild. Hungry. Desperate. “What the hell are you doing her
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Isabelle’s POV The air between us was thick—suffocating. Damion stood so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his eyes locked onto mine like I was something he was about to devour. His breathing was rough, his fists clenched at his sides as if he was restraining himself from doing something reckless. “Tell me to leave,” he repeated, his voice low, controlled—but barely. I wanted to. I needed to. But the words wouldn’t come. I hated him for what he did to me—for tearing my life apart, for betraying me in ways I still wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from. And yet, my body remembered him in ways I wished it didn’t. The way his touch had once been my solace. The way he could ignite something deep inside me with just a glance. I hated him for that, too. So I did the only thing I could. I let my anger consume me. I laughed. A sharp, bitter sound. “You want me to tell you to leave?” I shook my head, my voice cold. “You don’t deserve to be here, Damion. Y
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Isabelle’s POV The air between us was thick—suffocating. Damion stood so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his eyes locked onto mine like I was something he was about to devour. His breathing was rough, his fists clenched at his sides as if he was restraining himself from doing something reckless. “Tell me to leave,” he repeated, his voice low, controlled—but barely. I wanted to. I needed to. But the words wouldn’t come. I hated him for what he did to me—for tearing my life apart, for betraying me in ways I still wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from. And yet, my body remembered him in ways I wished it didn’t. The way his touch had once been my solace. The way he could ignite something deep inside me with just a glance. I hated him for that, too. So I did the only thing I could. I let my anger consume me. I laughed. A sharp, bitter sound. “You want me to tell you to leave?” I shook my head, my voice cold. “You don’t deserve to be here, Damion. Y
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Isabelle’s POV The night was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city beyond my windows. I had just settled onto the couch, a glass of wine in hand, when the knock came. No. Not a knock. A pound. Sharp. Unrelenting. I knew who it was before I even stood. Damion. I took a slow breath, forcing myself to stay calm. But my hands trembled slightly as I set my glass down and walked toward the door. I should have ignored it. I should have let him stew in whatever storm was raging inside him. But I didn’t. Because I wanted to face him. I needed to. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, coming face to face with the man who had once held my entire world in his hands—and shattered it without a second thought. He looked…unhinged. His tie was gone, the top buttons of his shirt undone. His hair was slightly disheveled, like he had run his hands through it too many times. But it was his eyes that stopped me. Wild. Hungry. Desperate. “What the hell are you doing her
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 186
Isabelle’s POV The city skyline stretched out beyond the restaurant windows, a glittering illusion of peace. Inside, soft music played, waiters moved smoothly between tables, and elegant laughter filled the air. It was the kind of place designed to make people forget their troubles. But I wasn’t here to forget. I was here to remind Damion that he didn’t own me. Brian sat across from me, his expression warm but observant. He had dressed well—dark suit, open collar, the perfect balance of casual and refined. He looked like a man who had his life together. A man who wasn’t haunted by the past. Unlike Damion. “So,” Brian said, leaning forward slightly. “You never did tell me why you suddenly wanted to have dinner.” I smiled, swirling my wine glass. “Can’t a woman enjoy good food with a good friend?” His eyes flickered with something unreadable. “You can. But you’re not the type to do anything without a reason.” I took a slow sip of my wine, letting the silence stretch
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 185
Isabelle’s POV I knew he would come. I had barely stepped into my office when the air shifted, thick with something I recognized too well—his presence. Damion. I didn’t bother turning around as the door closed behind him, the soft click sending a sharp wave of irritation through me. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said flatly, placing my bag on my desk. “I needed to see you,” he replied, his voice deep, rough. Of course he did. I finally turned, meeting his gaze. His suit was immaculate, his posture controlled, but his eyes—those damn blue eyes—were anything but. They were heated, restless, filled with something dark and consuming. Lust. For me. I ignored the way my stomach tightened at the intensity of it. “You have two minutes,” I said coolly, crossing my arms. “Say whatever it is you came here to say, and then leave.” His jaw flexed, as if he was barely restraining himself. “It’s about Kaia. And my father.” I arched a brow. “Oh? Finally realizing the people
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 184
Walter’s POV The world respected power, and I had spent my entire life ensuring no one forgot mine. The sprawling skyline outside my office window was a testament to everything I had built. Ryder Industries wasn’t just a company—it was an empire. One that required careful management, sharp decisions, and sometimes…removing obstacles. And right now, Isabelle Everett was an obstacle. She was a thorn in my son’s side, a threat to my company, and a distraction Damion couldn’t seem to let go of. Her return to the city had set off a chain of events I couldn’t ignore, and her resilience—her refusal to crumble under pressure—was beginning to irritate me. She thought she could outmaneuver me. She couldn’t. Kaia sat across from me in my office, her legs crossed, her expression calm but watchful. I valued Kaia for her ambition, her intelligence, her ability to play the long game. She was everything Isabelle wasn’t—controlled, pragmatic, ruthless. And yet, I couldn’t shake the
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 183
Isabelle’s POV The meeting room was pristine, the kind of sterile environment that stifled emotions and amplified tension. I sat at the head of the long glass table, flipping through the agenda for the upcoming collaboration between my company and Ryder Industries. But my mind wasn’t on logistics or contracts. It was on her. Kaia Carter. She sat at the opposite end of the table, poised and polished in her tailored suit, her every move deliberate, her smile just sharp enough to cut. I had spent the last few days piecing together the threads of her alliance with Walter Ryder, and what I’d found left me both furious and unsettled. Kaia wasn’t just manipulative—she was ambitious. Dangerous. And now, with the details Stephanie had uncovered, I knew the truth. Kaia didn’t care about Walter. She didn’t care about Damion. She cared about power. And she was playing a long game to take everything. The meeting began, each executive presenting their updates and projections
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 182
Isabelle’s POV The weight of the anonymous message hadn’t lessened. If anything, it grew heavier with each passing hour. “Kaia and Walter are closer than you think. Be careful.” It lingered at the forefront of my mind as I walked into my office the next morning, the hum of business as usual doing little to distract me. Stephanie greeted me with her usual efficiency, but I barely heard her rundown of the day’s agenda. My focus was elsewhere—on the puzzle pieces slowly falling into place. Kaia and Walter. It wasn’t just about them being ruthless or manipulative. That, I could handle. But the idea of them working together was a different beast entirely. If they were united, it meant they had a shared goal. And that goal had to involve me. I needed answers. After ensuring I wouldn’t be disturbed, I locked my office door and spread out the documents Stephanie had gathered on Kaia Carter. Her background, her business dealings, her personal life—it was all there. But wh
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 181
Isabelle’s POV The morning sunlight streamed through the office windows, casting a golden glow over my desk. But the warmth of the day couldn’t chase away the chill settling in my chest. The past few weeks had felt like walking a tightrope, with secrets and lies swirling just beneath my feet. Every step forward felt shaky, every move potentially catastrophic. And now this. The anonymous message had arrived in the middle of the night, a single line of text from an untraceable number: “Kaia and Walter are closer than you think. Be careful.” I’d read it a dozen times, each repetition driving the meaning deeper into my mind. Kaia and Walter. Together. It wasn’t impossible. They were both manipulative, both willing to do whatever it took to get what they wanted. But working together? That changed everything. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen of my phone, the message still open. My instincts screamed that this wasn’t just some baseless rumor. There was int
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 180
Isabelle’s POV The weight of the last few days lingered like a storm cloud, heavy and unrelenting. Every time I glanced at Nathan, my chest tightened with a mixture of relief and guilt. He was home, safe, but the questions surrounding his disappearance were far from resolved. I sat at the breakfast table, watching him eat his cereal with a sleepy, half-hearted enthusiasm. His curls stuck to his forehead, and his small hands clutched the spoon like it was the most important task in the world. “Mommy?” he asked, his voice breaking through my haze. I blinked, leaning forward. “Yes, sweetheart?” “Are we going to the park today?” he asked, tilting his head. The simplicity of his request struck me. After everything, he just wanted to go to the park—back to normalcy. I wanted that for him too, but nothing about this felt normal. “We’ll see, baby,” I said gently, brushing a stray curl off his forehead. “Mommy has some things to do today, but maybe later.” His face fell sligh
