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Chapter 75- The cracks behind it all
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Ethan POVThe rain hammered against my windshield like a thousand tiny fists, the wipers struggling to keep up. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles pale under the dim glow of the dashboard. Midnight traffic was sparse, just the occasional pair of headlights cutting through the storm. My mind was miles away, tangled in the web of bad news that had just detonated my night.The phone buzzed in the cup holder again. I shouldn’t have picked up while driving, but I did. One glance at the caller ID—and my gut twisted.“Dad?” I answered, voice tight.“Ethan.” His tone was sharp, clipped. “Where the hell are you?”“Driving back from the site. What’s wrong?”There was a pause, and then his voice dropped into that infuriatingly calm register he used when things were about to implode. “The board voted tonight. Chloe Lawson’s father pulled out his investment.”My foot pressed harder on the gas pedal. “What?”“You heard me. Forty percent of our expansion funding—gone. He wants nothing
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 75- The cracks behind it all
Maxwell POVI never thought a single sentence could shatter me.But when my mother’s voice cut through the air like a blade—calm, precise, lethal—I felt something deep inside me crack.“She’s pregnant, Maxwell,” Rebecca said, leaning casually against the marble countertop as if she were discussing the weather. “And it’s not yours.”My world tilted.For a moment, I just stood there in the middle of my father’s old study, the place where deals were made and empires built, staring at her as though she had grown another head. “What did you just say?” My voice came out hoarse, like I’d swallowed sand.Rebecca’s eyes softened—not with sympathy, but with that calculated maternal concern she wore like an expensive scarf. “I didn’t want to tell you this way, darling. But I couldn’t keep watching you be made a fool of. Amelia’s been lying to you. She’s pregnant with Daniel Rhodes’ child.”The name hit me like a punch to the gut. Daniel. Of all people. The man I’d always known hovered in Amelia’
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 74- Shattered Night
Amelia POV The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that pressed down on my chest and made breathing feel like a chore. I sat on the edge of the bed, knees pulled to my chest, staring blankly at the wall. My thoughts looped back to Maxwell’s face earlier—rage, betrayal, heartbreak. It replayed like a broken record, each time shattering me a little more.I pressed my palm to my belly, feeling the faint flutter beneath. It’s just you and me now, I thought bitterly, though even that thought made my throat tighten. How had everything gone so wrong, so fast?Outside, a storm had started. Rain lashed against the windows, wind howled through the trees, and thunder rumbled faintly in the distance. Fitting, I thought grimly. Nature mirrored the chaos inside me.Hours passed like minutes. I must have dozed off sitting upright, because the sudden sound of the front door slamming downstairs jolted me awake. My heart lurched. I didn’t need to guess who it was. The heavy, uneven thuds up the
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 73- Accusations
Amelia POV The house was still when I finally made it upstairs. For a brief, fragile moment, I let myself believe I could breathe again. I changed into a loose T-shirt and curled up on the edge of the bed, my hands resting protectively over my stomach. Daniel’s face kept flashing in my mind—his wide eyes, his warm voice, that unexpected flicker of comfort in the middle of chaos.I had barely exhaled when the sound of footsteps thundered down the hallway.My head snapped toward the door. Before I could stand, it burst open with a violent bang, slamming against the wall.Maxwell stormed in like a storm that had been brewing for too long—jaw clenched, eyes blazing, his suit jacket unbuttoned as though he’d ripped it off mid-stride. His presence sucked the air right out of the room.“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he barked.My heart skipped. “Maxwell—”“You think this is funny?!” he cut me off, his voice cracking like a whip. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”I blinked rapidly
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 72- We need to talk
Amelia POV The world blurred for a second. My thoughts had been circling the same drain all day—Maxwell’s visit, his accusation, the way his voice cracked when he said we should be grieving together.I had gone out for some air, hoping the quiet streets would soothe the chaos inside me. But my mind wouldn’t stop. Every memory, every mistake, every almost between Maxwell and me tangled like vines, wrapping tighter around my chest until I could hardly breathe.The late afternoon sun dipped low, casting a golden glow over the quiet lane. My feet carried me toward the small corner café I used to visit back in university. It had been years since I’d walked this route. Everything felt eerily unchanged—the chipped pavement, the faint smell of baked bread from the nearby bakery, the old streetlamp that still leaned slightly to the right.But I wasn’t really seeing any of it. My mind was replaying his words.“Why are you trying to leave me now? This isn’t over, Amelia.”I didn’t notice the lig
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 71- Maxwell visit again
Amelia POVThe morning light was cruel. It spilled through the curtains like shards of gold, piercing the quiet stillness of my room. I hadn’t slept. How could I? The events of last night replayed over and over in my mind like a broken record.Maxwell had stood at my door after more than a month of silence—looking tired, looking almost human again—and for a terrifying moment, my heart had wanted to run to him. But reality had clawed its way back just as quickly, whispering reminders of his signature on those divorce papers, of the coldness that had replaced his love.I drew the shawl tighter around myself as I paced the room. My bare feet made soft sounds against the carpet, but inside, my thoughts were deafening.A month. That’s how long it had been since Maxwell had avoided every attempt at contact. No calls. No visits. Not even a formal text. It was as though he’d erased me entirely the moment his pen left the paper. We had once shared a bed, whispered secrets in the dark, planned
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