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Chapter 33- I’d lost her
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The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 130- Broken inside
Rebecca POVI knew something had changed the moment Maxwell walked through the door that evening. It wasn’t dramatic or loud; it was subtle, almost fragile, like the quiet after a storm when the air still trembles but the destruction has stopped. My son looked lighter, younger somehow. His shoulders weren’t hunched under invisible weight, and for the first time in five long years, his eyes didn’t look hollow. I didn’t know why he was happy, but I knew with absolute certainty that it wasn’t work. Work had never healed him—if anything, it had helped him hide.I watched him from the sitting room as he moved through the house with steady steps, no stagger, no bitterness clinging to him like a second skin. He even smiled at me, a real smile, not the polite curve of lips he usually offered to reassure me he was “fine.” That smile struck something deep in my chest, something painfully tender. I wanted to ask questions, to demand answers, but fear held my tongue. Happiness, I had learned, was
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 129- Happy me
Maxwell POVI hadn’t realized how long it had been since I came home sober until my mother noticed it before I did.The house greeted me with its usual quiet warmth—soft lights, familiar scents, the low hum of evening settling into the walls. For the first time in months, my steps were steady. My mind was clear. And for the first time in longer than I cared to admit, I wasn’t reaching for the burn of alcohol to dull my thoughts.“Max?” my mother’s voice floated from the sitting room.I turned the corner to find Rebecca seated on the couch, a book resting unopened in her lap. She looked up at me, her brows knitting together in a way that told me she was already cataloging everything that was different.“You’re home early,” she said slowly. “And… you look happy.”I smiled before I could stop myself. It felt strange, foreign, like a muscle I hadn’t used in years. “I am,” I replied, and the honesty in my voice startled even me.She stood, crossing the room in a few measured steps. Her han
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 128- A strange pull
Amelia POVI woke with Maxwell’s name lodged in my chest like a splinter I couldn’t pull free. It wasn’t the kind of thought that drifted lazily and disappeared with morning light. It stayed, persistent, pressing against every quiet moment as if demanding to be acknowledged. I lay still beside Ethan, listening to his even breathing, and wondered how something so simple as an afternoon had managed to unravel me so thoroughly.All morning, I moved through the house on autopilot. I made breakfast, answered emails, folded laundry, and smiled when I was supposed to. Yet every task felt like a performance, my mind wandering back to the gallery, the park, the way laughter had slipped out of me without permission. I hated myself for it. Craving another man’s presence while my fiancé stood beside me felt like a betrayal I couldn’t excuse.I told myself it was harmless. A moment. A distraction. People could enjoy conversation without it meaning anything. Still, the ache lingered, curling in my
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 127- a strange feeling
Amelia POVWe leave the gallery laughing.The sound startles me at first—my own laughter, light and unguarded, spilling out of me like something long forgotten. It echoes briefly against the marble steps as we walk outside, fading into the hum of the city. Maxwell glances at me as if he’s surprised too, like he didn’t expect this version of me to exist.“I didn’t think you’d like that last section,” he says, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. “You looked like you wanted to argue with the artist.”“I did,” I admit. “Pain doesn’t always need to be loud to be honest. Some people confuse chaos for depth.”He grins, wide and genuine, and something warm unfurls in my chest. “She used to say the same thing.”There it is again. That soft pull. That invisible thread tightening around my ribs whenever he says she.We walk for a while, not really heading anywhere specific. The city feels different like this—slower, almost kind. Eventually, he stops near a quiet street lined with trees, the
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 126- Do you believe I’m still her?
Amelia POVI arrive at the gallery just as the sun begins to soften, light spilling through tall glass panels and washing the white walls in gold. The place hums with quiet elegance—low voices, clinking glasses, slow footsteps that echo like restrained thoughts. I blend in easily, black dress, neutral smile, hair pinned back in a way that suggests intention rather than effort. No one looks twice at me, and that is exactly how I want it.Art has always unsettled me. Too honest. Too revealing. Every piece here feels like a confession left out in the open. I move from painting to painting, pretending to read plaques while my attention stretches outward, searching. I feel him before I see him, the same way you feel a shift in air when a door opens behind you.Maxwell stands near a large abstract piece, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed but alert. He looks thinner than the last time I saw him, sharper around the edges, like a man who has learned how to disappear without leaving a trace
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 125- I know them
Amelia POVI have learned to walk like I do not hear footsteps that echo half a beat too late, to smile at strangers even when their eyes linger as if they are searching for something they misplaced years ago. Los Angeles sunlight does not hide shadows; it sharpens them. I feel them stretch behind me every time I leave the house with Ethan, every time I take the boy to school, every time I stand at the market pretending to compare oranges while my skin prickles with awareness.I know I am being followed.Not in the obvious way people imagine—no dark coats or careless tails—but in the patient way of people who know what they are doing. Cars that reappear on different streets. Faces that look away a second too slow. Phones lifted, lowered. I pretend not to notice because whoever they are, they want to see what I do when I think I am alone.So I give them nothing.Still, something else has been gnawing at me, something older than fear. People call me Amelia.Not everyone. Just enough for
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