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Chapter 92- The truth
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The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 92- The truth
Amelia POVNight settled heavily over the house, sinking into the walls, wrapping itself around every corner like a reminder I could not outrun. I tried to distract myself with dinner, with cleaning, with folding blankets I’d already folded earlier that morning—but nothing worked. My hands wouldn’t stay still, my thoughts wouldn’t quiet, and every time I closed my eyes, all I saw were Maxwell’s eyes staring back at me in that supermarket.Confused. Hurt. Certain.As if he truly believed he knew me.As if I should know him.By the time Ethan came home, my nerves were a frayed wire barely holding together. He walked through the door tired, loosening his tie, running a hand through his hair. His eyes softened when he saw me.“Claire,” he murmured, stepping closer. “You look tense. Long day?”I forced a smile. “Just… a bit. Nothing serious.”But he didn’t seem convinced. He set his briefcase aside, rolled up his sleeves, and came toward me with a slow gentleness that once might’ve made my
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 91- Him again
Amelia POVA full week passed, yet the uneasy tightness in my chest never really left. It clung to me like a second skin—thin, invisible, suffocating. Ethan had been more attentive than ever, always watching me, always hovering as if the past Maxwell represented might slip out of the shadows at any moment and swallow me whole.But nothing happened.No strange sightings. No unexpected encounters. No man with sad eyes and a dangerous reputation appearing at every corner.Just… silence.Almost enough silence to make me believe I’d imagined the shift inside me last week—the fear, the disgust, the anger. Almost.This morning, though, the house felt unusually empty. Ethan had already left for work, leaving a brief kiss on my cheek before rushing out with his tie half-adjusted and an apologetic smile tugging at his lips.“Let me drop you at the supermarket later,” he’d said before leaving. “Don’t go alone.”But then he called in the afternoon, telling me work had piled up, that a client emer
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 90- Ashamed
Amelia POVMy skin crawled long after Ethan’s words stopped echoing through the room.I lay stiffly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, but all I could see was that man’s face—Maxwell’s face—twisting, reforming, distorting in my mind as every terrible possibility Ethan described replayed itself. The room felt too quiet, too heavy, as if even the air was holding its breath. Ethan thought I was asleep. He’d kissed my forehead, whispered something I didn’t have the strength to respond to, and eventually left, the soft click of the door sealing me inside my own head.But I couldn’t sleep.I didn’t even blink.My pulse throbbed in my throat, hot and sickening, as Ethan’s words looped over and over.He followed you home.He cornered you.I got there just in time.He tried to force himself on you.A shiver tore through me—violent, involuntary. My stomach twisted. I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them as if I could squeeze the nausea out of my body.I wasn’t just disgust
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 89- Her lookalike
Maxwell POVI had declined the damn ball.I remember staring at the glowing invitation on my desk that morning, feeling absolutely nothing. Five years ago, the idea of missing a gathering like that would’ve been unthinkable. I lived for rooms filled with power, wealth, and people pretending they mattered. But now? The thought of stepping into a ballroom felt like peeling open an old wound. Too many faces. Too many memories. Too much noise.So I told my assistant to send my regrets. As always, the world could function perfectly without me.Or so I thought.I was sitting on the edge of my bed that evening, shirt half-buttoned, reading a report I couldn’t care less about, when my door opened without a knock. Only one person entered my room like she owned it.Victoria.She glided in with that intoxicating smile she used to win men twice her age. Her perfume hit me first—sweet, expensive, suffocating. She placed herself beside me, running her manicured fingers along my jaw like she had som
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 88- An obsessed psycho
Ethan POVThe moment we stepped inside the house, the silence wrapped around us like something alive—thick, heavy, suffocating. Amelia didn’t speak. Didn’t look at me. She carried Luke upstairs without meeting my eyes once, her movements stiff, mechanical, as if she’d left her body somewhere back at the gala.And I… I followed like a ghost.My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out everything else. Each step up the stairs felt heavier than the last—as if I were walking toward a sentence instead of a bedroom. Amelia tucked Luke into bed gently, brushed his hair off his forehead, and kissed him goodnight with trembling lips.She didn’t tremble like that before tonight.She didn’t tremble like that unless she was scared.When she straightened and turned toward the hallway, I felt the smallest crack open in my chest. I wanted to reach for her. Wanted to anchor us back to something—anything that made sense. But my hand stayed at my side, useless, frozen.She walked into our room without w
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 86- Someone I know
Amelia POVThe house was unusually quiet.It was late—past midnight—and Ethan had stepped out hours ago to “handle something in the study.” I’d assumed it was a work call he’d forgotten to turn off for our family day. But as the silence stretched longer and longer, a knot began forming in my stomach.I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Luke, and padded down the hallway.That’s when I heard it.A sharp, muffled crash.Then a voice—low, furious, unmistakable.Ethan.My pulse kicked up as I crept closer to the study door. A second voice rose in response—older, deeper, equally angry.Sylvester.I froze where I stood.I’d never personally witnessed Ethan and his father fight, but I’d sensed something strained between them from the very beginning. Ethan stiffened whenever Sylvester was mentioned. Sylvester looked at me with a strange cold calculation—as if measuring what role I played in something unseen. And Gus… Gus always seemed caught in the middle of something none of us fully un
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