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Chapter 22: Just an Old Mug
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My Billionaire Husband Gifted me a Surrogate for Christmas Chapter 69: Decision Made
Cathy’s P.O.VThe pain hit slowly and deep across my cheek, radiating outward like something had been cracked open beneath the skin. My head had snapped to the side with the force of it and for a moment the room tilted, the furniture blurring at the edges, the fireplace light swaying.I blinked. And when my vision steadied, the first thing I focused on was Caroline.She was sitting exactly where she had been, her hands folded in her lap, but the corners of her mouth had shifted. Just slightly. Just enough. A small, private curve that she wasn't even trying to fully hide. She caught me looking and her eyes stayed steady on mine, unbothered and amused, the way someone watches a scene they have already seen the ending of.That look told me everything.This had not been an ambush born from Lydia's concern or Xavier's frustration. This had been arranged. They had sat in this room and waited for me to walk through that door and this, all of it, had been theater. And I was the only one who h
My Billionaire Husband Gifted me a Surrogate for Christmas Chapter 68: Lydia’s Interference
Cathy’s P.O.VThe Dalton mansion looked the same as it always did in the morning light.It looked cold, grand and perfectly arranged, like a painting that existed only to impress people who were passing by. The stone driveway curved wide and the hedges on either side were trimmed so precisely they looked almost artificial. I had driven through this entrance hundreds of times and never once felt like I was coming home.This morning felt no different.Except that it did, because the moment I rounded the bend in the driveway and the front of the house came fully into view, I saw it.A third car.Parked beside Xavier's and behind Caroline's rental, tight against the left side of the drive, was a sleek black vehicle I recognized without needing to read the plates. I had seen that car pull up to enough family dinners and formal events to know exactly who it belonged to.Lydia Dalton.My stomach tightened before my brain had even fully processed it. I pulled up slowly and sat in the car for
My Billionaire Husband Gifted me a Surrogate for Christmas Chapter 67: Can’t Go Back Home
Cathy’s P.O.VThe elevator doors opened and the lobby of Hunter's building greeted me with its cold marble floors and its sharp, clean lighting. I walked through it slowly, my coat pulled tight around me, the prenup tucked inside my bag against my ribs.But my mind was still back upstairs, the whole conversations was still replaying in my head.Sophia, bathtub, gifts laid out beside her like a farewell arrangement. Death.I pushed through the revolving door and stepped outside and the cold hit me immediately, the kind that reaches through fabric and finds skin. I stood on the pavement for a moment and just breathed. The street was quieter than it had been when I arrived. Fewer cars. Fewer people. The city was settling into itself the way it does in the late hours, slower and softer but never fully still.Then I felt something. Something light and cold on my cheek. I looked up.Snow was falling. Small, unhurried flakes drifting down from a dark sky, catching the light from the streetla
My Billionaire Husband Gifted me a Surrogate for Christmas Chapter 66: The Hidden Past Part 2
Cathy’s P.O.VShe took her life. That statement kept repeating in my head over and over, like a broken tape recorder.She killed herself, ended her life because of a worthless man, because of a man who took advantage of her love and devotion.I turned it over in my mind slowly. Sophia. A girl I had never heard of. A girl who had existed, loved, and suffered, all before I ever walked into Xavier's life. And he had never once let her name pass his lips in my presence."What happened to her, how did she even kill herself without no one seeing her, no one to rescue her?" I asked, my voice was barely above a whisper.Hunter looked at me carefully, the way someone looks at another person before delivering news that cannot be taken back once it is spoken. He took a slow, deep breath and delivered the devastating news."Her body was found in her dorm room," he said. "In the bathtub. Both her wrists had been slit."I stopped breathing for a second."And beside her," Hunter continued, his voice
My Billionaire Husband Gifted me a Surrogate for Christmas Chapter 65: The Hidden Past Part 1
Cathy’s P.O.VI pulled my hand back slowly. Not because I wanted to do that, but because his words had reached somewhere so unexpected inside me that my whole body needed a moment to catch up with what my ears had just heard. It almost felt like…he was speaking a different language entirely, a language I couldn’t understand."What do you really mean...when you say…you've been in love with me?" I asked.The question came out careful, almost cautious, like I was afraid the answer might be something I had misunderstood. Like if I pushed too hard on it, it would turn out to be something else entirely.Hunter didn't seem rattled by the question. He leaned back slightly, giving me room to breathe, and folded his hands loosely in his lap."There was a charity auction," he began. "About two years ago. You came with Xavier."I remembered it. A cold evening in November, a grand ballroom full of people I barely knew, champagne I barely touched, and a bidding war over a painting I found neither i
My Billionaire Husband Gifted me a Surrogate for Christmas Chapter 64: Nowhere to Go
Cathy’s P.O.VThe prenup stared back at me from the coffee table like it had eyes.I had opened it, yes. I had looked at the first page, at the neat columns of legal language and the cold formality of it all, and then something inside me had simply refused to go further. My fingers had gone cold the moment I touched it. Not the kind of cold that comes from the weather. The kind that starts somewhere in your chest and travels outward, extremely cold and missed with shock.I leaned back against Hunter's sofa and pressed the back of my head into the cushion, staring up at the ceiling. The mug of tea sat half finished on the table. The city outside the window buzzed and glittered, completely unbothered.My mind drifted back to earlier. To the moment before I left the house, when I had slipped back upstairs into the bedroom I used to share with Xavier. The guest room was where I slept now, but I had tiptoed into that old room like I had no right to be there anymore. Like a stranger, a thie
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