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THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 103
NATHANIEL.Trent Prescott. An unremarkable name for an even more unremarkable man.Age thirty-eight. Divorced. No children. Owner of a failing garage and a gas station that looks like it should have been shut down years ago.A couple of arrests for drunk driving and speeding, nothing major, just enough to tell me exactly the kind of man he is.Careless. Desperate. Cheap.I stare down at the file resting on my lap, my thumb pressing against the edge hard enough to bend the paper slightly.It took the private investigator three days to find him. Three days to dig through whatever pathetic life this man has built for himself and hand me everything I needed, including an address.I am parked across the road, my engine off, my eyes fixed on the gas station in front of me.It looks abandoned. The paint on the walls is chipped and fading, the signage is barely hanging on, and the windows are dusty enough that I have to squint just to see inside.In the forty-five minutes I have been sitting
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 102
BETTYLucy is halfway through describing all the places she wants to visit in London, her hands moving animatedly in the air as she talks about it like she is already there.“I swear, Betty, if I don’t take pictures outside Buckingham Palace, then what is even the point?” she says, her eyes lighting up in a way that makes it impossible not to smile.I shake my head, leaning back in my chair as I watch her. “You are such a tourist,” I tease.“Excuse me,” she shoots back immediately, placing a hand on her chest. “I am going to be a cultured tourist.”I laugh, everything feeling light again.She goes on to tell me about the parties George has mentioned, the people she might meet there, and the circles he moves in.I can hear the excitement in her voice even as a layer of nervousness sits just beneath it.“I don’t even know what I’m going to wear to half of these things,” she admits, her brows pulling together slightly. “What if I don’t fit in?”I reach across the table and tap her hand l
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 101
BETTYIt has been days, and I still cannot get Rhys’s words out of my head.They loop endlessly, repeating themselves at the most inconvenient moments, slipping into my thoughts when I am working, when I am driving, even when I am trying to sleep.“You are a shareholder at Blackwell Enterprises.”“They are still yours even after the divorce.”“And knowing my family, they would do anything to get them back.”“You could trade them for Grace.”I press my lips together as I stare down at the condensation forming on the outside of my glass, my fingers tracing the faint line of water that drips slowly onto the table.He handed me a solution. A way out. A way to fight back. And yet, for some reason I cannot fully explain, I have not been able to act on it.I lean back slightly in my chair, my mind circling the same questions it has been asking for days.Is it because Grace is a Blackwell, and making a move like that could affect her future in ways I cannot predict? Or is it because of Harrie
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 100
NATHANIELI shove my chair back so violently it slams into the bookshelf behind me.The sudden movement sends a sharp echo through the study, but I barely register it. My body is already moving before my mind can catch up, pacing across the room like a man who has been set on fire.“No,” I growl under my breath, shaking my head. “That’s not possible.”But the footage behind me keeps playing in the background, the truth sitting there on that screen waiting for me to face it.I turn back to the desk, my fingers trembling slightly as I lean forward and rewind the footage. It plays from the moment Betty and I collapsed in that booth.For several long seconds, we remain exactly where we are, our bodies slumped against the leather seat, completely unconscious.Then, suddenly, two figures enter the frame.The men move with unsettling efficiency, as if they have rehearsed this moment beforehand. One of them slides his arms beneath Betty’s shoulders while the other grabs me, lifting us both fr
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 099
NATHANIELThe tapes are proving much harder to face than I thought they would be.I imagined organized footage, clearly labeled files, maybe even a timestamp that would guide me straight to the moment I was looking for, but instead I received chaos.The footage is tangled together across dozens of files, each one hours long, recorded from multiple cameras that overlap and loop back into one another.So I have been forced to go through them one by one. Frame by frame. Hour by hour. Today is the third day.Empty coffee cups now crowd the corner of my desk, and the muscles at the back of my neck ache from hours of leaning toward the screen.I drag a tired hand across my face and stare at the paused footage in front of me.The temptation to stop presses heavily against my chest. To close the laptop and shut the tapes back inside the box. To leave the past exactly where it has been for the last six years.My hand moves again before the thought fully settles, reaching for the next tape in t
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 098
BETTYWe step out of the car into the cool night air to stretch our legs, both of us needing a moment to recover after that ridiculous make-out session.The sky above us is clear, scattered with stars, and for the first time all evening, the world feels quiet.I stretch myself along the hood of Rhys’s car, leaning back until my shoulders rest against the warm curve of the windshield.The metal beneath me still holds a trace of heat from the engine, and the night air carries the faint scent of grass and asphalt from the empty field around us.Rhys lies beside me with one arm folded behind his head, his other hand intertwined loosely with mine as we both stare up at the sky.“It’s a beautiful night,” I murmur, the words slipping out without much thought as my eyes follow a cluster of stars scattered above us.I feel him shift slightly beside me. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “That fucking horn button though. I should rip it out.”“Yeah, you should.” I scoff, playfully.There is a small pause
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