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THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 072
NATHANIEL.My stride eats up the corridor from the elevator to my office, long and unforgiving, the echo of my footsteps ricocheting.I fling my briefcase in the direction of my assistant without checking if he catches it, and from the corner of my eye, I see him scramble, nearly losing balance as he follows behind me.“Sir, there is—” The door swings open before he finishes, and the words die somewhere between us.Amanda is in my chair, her heels propped on my desk, one ankle resting over the other, fingers drumming lazily on the armrest as if this office belongs to her and I am the one intruding.A scoff escapes me before I can stop it, and I bite my tongue before I say something I might regret.I do not have the patience for this today. I do not have the composure to perform whatever version of myself she expects.I came here to bury myself in contracts, numbers, and negotiations so I would not think about this morning, and here she is. The universe has definitely been conspiring a
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 071
NATHANIEL.Something has shifted in the house since she left.Not enough to disrupt the routine, but just enough to make everything feel slightly out of place, like a painting hung a fraction too low on the wall.Harriette still spends her mornings in the garden, walking the paths with her cane, inspecting roses as if nothing in this family has ever fractured beyond repair.My mother still leaves the house early and returns late, offering no explanations and expecting none in return, and Grace still gets dressed, eats breakfast, and disappears into the rhythm of her days.Everything continues, and yet the air feels thinner.I catch myself lingering in the hallway more often than I should, slowing my steps for no reason I’m willing to name, my gaze drifting instinctively toward a door that no longer belongs to her.Every time it happens, irritation follows close behind, sharp and unnecessary, telling myself this is nothing more than a habit, because years of coexistence don’t dissolve
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 070
BETTY“More martini?” I ask, turning toward the jug on the counter as if the question will break the tension,I hear him scoff behind me, soft and amused, and when I glance back, he’s already moved to the living room. Thank God. I don’t think I could survive another second of pretending I don’t feel the shift in the air.I finish the rest of my drink in one determined gulp, the burn grounding me, then carry the jug and set it gently on the coffee table, carefully.“I actually never got the chance to thank you,” he pauses. “For the opening.”I pause and briefly turn to him. “You don’t have to. I should be the one thanking you. ”He shakes his head once, deliberately. “It was your vision. You carried that night on your back, Betty. Most people would’ve folded.”Something warm settles in my chest, and I nod, suddenly unsure what to do with the praise. “It was… a pleasure, and if we are doing this, I should thank you, too, for saving the night.”His brow furrows slightly. “Saving it how?”
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 069
BETTYIt’s been a week since I settled into the guest house, and if I’m being honest, the first few days felt like I was trespassing in someone else’s memory.The house was beautiful in the way old money always is — quiet, preserved, untouched — but everywhere I turned, the walls stared back at me.Framed photographs lined the walls and mantelpieces, hung with almost obsessive symmetry.Harriette in her younger years, poised and sharp even in black and white. Her late husband standing beside her, dignified and distant. Nathaniel’s father in various stages of life, almost the whole childhood of Nathaniel.And then there were the others — men and women I didn’t recognize, their eyes carrying the same unmistakable Blackwell bone structure. Extended family.Ghosts. People whose names I would never learn, but whose presence made the space feel borrowed rather than mine.I took every frame down, one by one, careful not to crack the glass, stacking them gently on boxes as if I owed them that
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 068
NATHANIEL.I am seated on a weathered park bench under an old tree whose branches stretch wide and heavy, its leaves filtering the afternoon as I watch Grace run with the other children as if nothing in her life has changed at all.She moves easily, laughing too loudly, her legs pumping as she chases the kite that keeps slipping from one small hand to another, her joy so effortless it feels almost cruel in contrast to the day I’ve had.She turns suddenly, spotting me through the kids, and lifts her hand to wave.I straighten instinctively, forcing my lips into a smile that feels foreign on my face, and hold it there long enough for her to turn back to her friends.She runs off again, the kite rising, dipping, rising once more, and I let my shoulders sag as I lean forward, elbows resting on my knees, my gaze dropping to the grass beneath my feet.How the hell did my life become so complicated?“Fuck,” the word leaves my mouth rough and unfiltered.If Harriette had been honest from the
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption CHAPTER 067
BETTYMy world shifts. Like furniture being moved in the dark, or a floor giving way an inch at a time, not enough to send me falling, just enough to remind me that balance is temporary, and footing is a privilege I keep losing the moment I start to trust it.In the last hour alone, I have burned through anger, disappointment, panic, disbelief, and something far quieter that sits heavy in my chest and refuses to be named.I don’t cry. I don’t scream. I don’t even feel dramatic about it.Nathaniel takes Grace and leaves before she can ask questions, or see the look on my face and understand that something irreversible is happening.He doesn’t ask me where I want her to go, doesn’t warn me., just removes her from the blast zone.All part of the plan.Rhys leaves shortly after, his concern lingering longer than his presence, and then it’s just me and Harriette in the house.We don’t speak as we move to the dining room, the suitcases remaining in the foyer, proof that I had an exit strat
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