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My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 216
Isabelle’s POV The moment Damion stepped out of my office, it felt like the air finally moved again. But instead of relief, all I felt was a deep, aching emptiness. He had stood there—raw, open, broken—and for a moment, just a fleeting moment, my heart had whispered a truth I’d buried long ago: “I still love him.” I hated it. I hated how just the sound of his voice sent my pulse racing. How even after everything he’d done, everything he’d taken, a part of me still ached for the man I once believed he was. And maybe that was the worst part—because I didn’t love the man standing before me now. I loved the version I thought he could be. And yet… today… for the first time in years… I saw that man again. Even if it was just a glimpse. I pressed a hand to my chest and closed my eyes. My heart didn’t feel like a fortress anymore. It felt like an open wound, stitched together with ambition and vengeance. I’d told myself I was doing all this for justice. For Nathan.
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 215
Damion’s POV I stood in front of the mirror, the one in the bathroom I hadn’t used in weeks, watching the water drip from the edge of the sink. My face looked older than I remembered—less polished, more worn. The man looking back at me was a stranger. Or maybe, he was finally the real one. The one stripped of power. Stripped of illusions. And, for the first time in years, I felt clear. No more alcohol. No more hiding behind boardroom masks. I’d been sleepwalking through my own life, letting my father pull the strings, letting Kaia poison everything I touched. But that was over. It had to be. I cleaned up, shaved, and pulled on the first tailored suit I hadn’t worn in a long time. Not because I wanted to impress anyone—but because I needed to feel like I still belonged in this fight. Because it was time. Time to face Isabelle again—not as the man who betrayed her. But as the man who would help her win. ⸻ The elevator ride to her office was brutal. Every ding
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 214
Damion’s POV The ice had melted long ago. I stared into the bottom of the glass, the remnants of my third—no, fourth—scotch clinging to the corners like the last pieces of a man who used to matter. Isabelle’s words kept circling in my head. “You could wait forever, and I still wouldn’t choose you.” I hadn’t wanted to believe her. Not the way she said it—calm, resolved, final. I had expected rage. Screaming. Maybe even tears. But she had just looked at me like I didn’t matter anymore. And that—that—was what destroyed me. I wasn’t used to this kind of rejection. I’d been betrayed. Cheated. Even left before. But Isabelle’s rejection was different. Because this time, I knew I deserved it. The penthouse was dark, lit only by the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I hadn’t bothered turning on the lights. What was the point? I reached for the bottle again. Poured another. The silence around me felt oppressive, the kind that didn’t just
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 213
Isabelle’s POV The scent of fresh roses reached me before I even opened the door. I didn’t need to check the peephole. Only one person rang my doorbell three times in a row and brought a bouquet like she was visiting an old aunt instead of her younger sister. I pulled the door open. There she was. Amara. She had said she would be coming over and I was so overjoyed that I couldn’t wait for her to come over. Wearing her signature oversized sunglasses, a sky-blue jumpsuit with her wild curls tucked under a patterned scarf, and carrying enough bags like she planned to move in for a week. My heart squeezed at the sight of her. “You gonna make me stand here like I’m selling cookies?” she teased, already stepping inside. “You’d make a terrible salesperson,” I muttered with a smile, pulling the door shut behind her. “Fair enough.” She placed the bouquet on the entry table and turned to me, arms wide. “Come here. I haven’t hugged you in months.” I hesitated, then stepped i
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 212
Isabelle’s POV There was a particular kind of silence that came before a storm. Not the kind that offered peace, but the one that made your skin itch and your instincts scream. I felt it the second I stepped into the private lounge of the Belcrest Hotel, a secluded space I’d booked under a pseudonym. Velvet drapes and soft jazz couldn’t disguise the tension in the air. I didn’t have to turn around to know who had walked in—her scent always preceded her. Expensive perfume, masked with too much desperation. Kaia Whitmore or so she wished to be called. I took a sip of my espresso without acknowledging her, letting her simmer in her self-importance. She hated being ignored, and I’d learned long ago that nothing unbalanced a narcissist faster than silence. “Still playing the part of the silent queen?” she said, her heels clicking as she strutted across the room and dropped into the chair opposite mine. “I’m not playing anything,” I said coolly, eyes still on my cup. “But you…
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 211
Isabelle’s POV The night was eerily quiet. Too quiet. I stood by the window of my penthouse, staring at the city below—watching the blinking lights, the moving cars, the people who had no idea that a war was brewing in the shadows. A war I had started. And I wasn’t going to lose. The news had done its job. Kaia and Walter’s names were being dragged through the mud, and for the first time, they weren’t in control of the narrative. The power they had wielded so effortlessly for years was slipping through their fingers. I turned away from the window and poured myself a glass of whiskey, the rich amber liquid catching the dim light of the room. Everything was going according to plan. Yet, there was a strange heaviness in my chest. Not regret. No, I had passed that point long ago. It was something else. A whisper of the past. A reminder of who I used to be before I learned the hard way that power isn’t given—it’s taken. I pushed the thought aside. There was no tim
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 210
Isabelle’s POV The newsroom was cold, the air thick with tension. The overhead lights flickered slightly, casting sharp shadows across the long conference table. I sat at the far end, my fingers drumming against the polished wood, watching the screen in front of me. The broadcast was set to air in less than an hour. Everything was in place. The reporters had been fed just enough truth to make it explosive but not enough to trace it back to me—at least not yet. I glanced at Brian, who was leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, his face unreadable. He had been working undercover for months, gathering intel, moving in the shadows. Now, it was time to strike. “This will work,” Brian said, his voice low but firm. I nodded, but my chest felt tight. “It has to.” Walter and Kaia had played their games for too long. They thought they could destroy me, control me, bury me under their power. But they made one mistake. They left me alive. And now, I was about to
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 209
Isabelle’s POV I sat in the dimly lit office, staring at the city skyline through the wide glass windows. The world outside carried on as usual—people walking the streets, traffic moving at its sluggish pace—but inside me, a storm was brewing. For the first time in my life, I was done waiting. Done hoping. Done pleading for someone to stand beside me. I was alone in this war, and that was fine. Because I had finally learned that power wasn’t given. It was taken. Kaia and Walter thought they had broken me. That I would be too weak to retaliate. They had no idea what I was capable of. I reached for my phone, dialing a number I never thought I’d use. It rang twice before a voice answered. “Isabelle,” Brian’s voice came through, steady and unreadable. “I’m ready,” I said without hesitation. There was a pause. “Are you sure?” I clenched my jaw. “They took everything from me. It’s time I return the favor.” Brian sighed. “Alright. But once we start, there’s no
My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me Chapter 208
Isabelle’s POV I didn’t expect to see him again. Not after everything. I didn’t even want him to show his face to me. Not after he made his choice. Yet, as I stood in the quiet of my office, flipping through the stack of legal documents I had spent the entire day reviewing, a familiar presence filled the air. Heavy. Unyielding. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Damion. He was standing right behind me with that look in his face. It was that his look that I hated because it always made feel in the bad and that I had done something wrong. The man who had once consumed every thought, every breath, every moment of my life. I should have felt something seeing him standing there. Anger. Pain. Regret. But instead— There was nothing. Just the realization that whatever we had, whatever connection had once tethered us together, was gone. Burned. Destroyed. I slowly placed the papers down, exhaling as I leaned back against my desk. “If you’re here to a
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