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Penulis: Olivia GW
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-08 13:53:05

[Olivia’s pov]

I didn’t remember the drive home.

Not the traffic.

Not the turns.

Not even the moment I stepped out of the car.

Everything felt muted. By the time I pushed open the front door, exhaustion had already seeped into my bones.

Emotional exhaustion.

The worst kind where I wanted myself dead.

I slipped off my shoes carelessly, not bothering to place them properly, and walked straight into the living room. The familiar scent of home should have comforted me.

It didn’t.

Nothing did anymor
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    [Olivia’s pov]Nina had given up her spot beside my bed hours ago and collapsed into the armchair with her arms crossed, head tilted awkwardly against the cushion. Mallory had ended up on the small couch again, one arm hanging off the edge like she’d fallen asleep mid-sentence and simply never recovered.Even in sleep, they looked like they were still guarding me.The thought made something warm tug faintly in my chest.I sat propped against the pillows, my daughter asleep in the bassinet beside me.A soundless kind of miracle.I still couldn’t believe she existed. That she was here, that she was safe, that I was still here too.The door opened softly. I turned instinctively, expecting a nurse.Instead—“Hah.” Homer stepped in like he owned the place. “You bitch of a mother!” He joked. He paused in the doorway, hands on his hips, and scanned the room with exaggerated disapproval. Then his gaze landed on me. “Why are you crying again?”I blinked.My hand instinctively touched my chee

  • My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me   142

    [Carter’s pov]I sat alone in the lounge, half-slouched in the leather armchair, a glass of whiskey loose in my hand.I tipped the glass back again.The burn hit hard, sliding down my throat like liquid punishment.I deserved it.The bottle was nearly empty.It didn't matter.Nothing was touching the ache hollowing out my chest. I hadn’t gone to the hospital. Not because I didn’t want to.I had spent three hours sitting in my car outside the private maternity entrance, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.But Pierce had made himself very clear.If I came near Olivia, he’d have security remove me.And if somehow I got past him, Olivia herself would probably order them to throw me out.The thought twisted something ugly inside me. My daughter was born tonight. I hadn’t held her. Hadn’t seen her. Didn’t even know what she looked like.And every second that passed made the distance between us feel less temporary and more permanent.I downed the rest of the whiskey.

  • My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me   141

    [Olivia’s pov]The hospital room was quiet in that strange, heavy way only hospitals could ever be.Muffled voices behind closed doors.I sat propped against the pillows, staring blankly at the rain-speckled window across from my bed. It was still dark outside.Not fully night anymore, but not yet morning either.Nina was asleep on the small sofa near the wall, curled awkwardly beneath the thin hospital blanket she had stolen from somewhere. One arm dangled over the edge, her hair falling across her face.Even in sleep, she looked exhausted.She had refused to leave. Mallory had tried convincing her to go home and rest. She’d nearly bitten Mallory’s head off.Mallory herself had gone to the nursing area twenty minutes ago to check on my daughter. A tiny person existed because of me. The thought should have made warmth bloom inside me.And part of it did.But another part hurt so deeply it almost eclipsed everything else.Because Carter hadn’t come.Not once.Not after the delivery.No

  • My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me   140

    [Carter’s pov]The silence inside the hall was unbearable.Hours ago, this room had been alive.Crystal glasses clinking. Investors murmuring over champagne, camera shutters flashing. Now it was dead.And I sat alone on the edge of the stage. Exactly where she had looked at me with those shattered eyes and told me she hated me. “I hate you, Carter!” The words hadn’t stopped echoing since.I leaned forward, elbows braced against my knees, staring blankly at the floor below.The deal signing with Ronan had been postponed indefinitely.Of course it had.No one wanted to sign multimillion-dollar gemstone agreements after witnessing the public destruction of the Velcro family.Not when reporters had practically trampled each other trying to capture footage of Olivia collapsing.Not when my stepfather had stood in front of the world and declared my marriage a lie.Not when I had responded by punching him hard enough to send him sprawling across his own precious stage.My fist still hurt.

  • My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me   139

    [Olivia’s pov]Darkness took me away slowly the moment Ronan brought me out of the hall. Now I could feel some flicker, not all at once.First came the sound.A soft rhythmic beeping somewhere to my left. Then the faint hum of air conditioning. The distant shuffle of footsteps outside a door.And finally, the dull ache spreading through every part of my body as consciousness pulled me upward like something heavy being dragged to the surface.My eyelids fluttered open.The bright white ceiling above me blurred into focus, unfamiliar and sterile.For a moment, I didn’t understand where I was. I blinked again, my throat dry and scratchy. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled my lungs.Hospital?The realization came in fragments. Pain lanced through my chest, not physical this time, but memory colliding all at once.My breathing quickened.I turned my head weakly, trying to make sense of the room around me. Then panic struck. Everything inside me jolted awake.“Nina?” My voice came out hoa

  • My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me   138

    [Olivia’s pov]A sharp, deep contraction tore through my body so suddenly I couldn’t even inhale properly. My breath hitched violently.No—Not now.Not here.My hand flew to my stomach instantly, fingers digging into my dress as another wave followed, harder than the first. It stole the strength from my knees in a way fear and anger hadn’t been able to do.“Ah—”The sound escaped me before I could stop it. Mallory tightened her hold immediately. “Hey—hey, what is it?” she asked sharply, her voice changing instantly from defensive to alert.I tried to answer, but my body bent forward on its own. Another contraction hit, this one was worse.Crushing. Unrelenting.My vision blurred so badly the lights above dissolved into streaks of white. “No…” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. “No, no, no—”This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Not in a room full of people. Not with cameras and not with Carter standing there.My breath came faster now, uneven, panicked. Mallory’s hand

  • My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me   132

    [Carter’s pov]I was halfway through tearing apart another financial report when there was a sharp knock at my office door.“Come in.”The door opened, and Mallory stepped inside.Her expression was composed, but I’d worked with her long enough to catch the faint tension around her mouth.Something

  • My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me   130

    [Carter’s pov]The moment had been perfect.Too perfect.Olivia was still tucked against my side on the couch, her head resting on my shoulder, her fingers lazily tracing circles against my palm as we sat in the kind of peaceful silence I’d spent years craving.For the first time in what felt like

  • My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me   129

    [Carter’s pov]The room was quiet in a way that made every breath feel louder than it should.Candice was now with Nina and they have been getting along well. I sat beside Olivia on the couch, the dim golden light from the lamp washing over her features. She looked softer tonight, lighter somehow

  • My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me   128

    [Olivia’s pov]The words stunned me. “What?”His hand didn’t leave my stomach. “She was arrested this morning.”Shock rippled through me. “How?”His jaw tightened. “Fraud. Attempt to murder. The man who attacked you confessed willingly.” The cold precision in his tone told me everything.He’d made

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