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The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 39- The empty room
Maxwell POVThe morning light spilled across the bedroom floor in soft gold, illuminating the delicate curve of her shoulder where the sheet had slipped away. Amelia was still asleep, her breathing slow and even, her hair a tangle against the pillow. For a moment, I simply stood there and watched her. My chest tightened in a way I hadn’t felt in years—like something fragile and alive had sprouted there overnight.I couldn’t keep running from this. I’d spent too long denying what she meant to me. Last night, feeling her in my arms, hearing her voice whispering my name, it had burned away every pretense. I’d never meant the words I love you more than I did then. And seeing her here this morning—so heartbreakingly beautiful and real—I knew I didn’t want to pretend anymore.I’d make it right, I decided. I’d tell her again, sober and unguarded. Maybe then she would believe I wasn’t just saying it in a moment of weakness.Quietly, I slipped out of the room, determined to make us breakfast.
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 38- Away from Maxwell’s world
Amelia POVThe morning sun bled through the edges of the heavy curtains, warm light creeping over tangled sheets and the imprint of a body that no longer lay beside me.Maxwell was gone.The absence felt like ice water poured over my chest.I sat up slowly, the soft cotton sheet slipping to my waist. My body ached with the memory of last night—the weight of his touch, his whispered apology, the fire and tenderness we’d buried ourselves in. I pressed my palm against the space beside me. Cold.A pit formed in my stomach.What if it meant nothing to him? What if I was just a moment of weakness—something to be comforted and discarded the morning after?I shook my head, trying to stop the rush of insecurities clawing up my throat.He said he loved me.Didn’t he?Still wrapped in the sheet, I rose quietly from the couch and padded to the stairs. My legs trembled—not from fear, but from the weight of what I might find. Maybe he’d just gone out for a walk. Maybe he was in the kitchen making c
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 37- A night filled with passion
Amelia POVThe house was too quiet.I sat in the dimly lit living room, hands clasped tightly around a mug of cold tea I hadn’t touched in hours. Outside, the sky had long since surrendered to night, cloaking everything in a velvet darkness broken only by the occasional flash of headlights passing by.But not his.Maxwell still hadn’t returned.I didn’t know what I was waiting for anymore—an apology, an explanation… or just the damn divorce papers. Something final. Something that would stop this endless waiting, this sick feeling of limbo that had stolen the air from my lungs since the moment he walked back through the door and shattered me all over again.I couldn’t take it anymore. I wouldn’t.The second he came through that door, I’d tell him—no more silence. No more tiptoeing. I’d demand the divorce and end this sick game before it broke me for good.The clock ticked past midnight.And then it happened—the harsh screech of tires on gravel, the unmistakable sound of a door slamming
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 36- The return
Amelia POVThe morning sunlight filtered in lazily through the half-drawn curtains, warm against my skin but not enough to ease the stiffness in my bones. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep—I hadn’t even changed out of yesterday’s clothes. I’d just closed my eyes for a moment, wrapped in thoughts I couldn’t escape, and somehow, exhaustion had pulled me under.When I stirred, the world felt disoriented. My limbs were heavy, my mouth dry. I blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling above me, frowning as confusion settled over me like fog. This wasn’t… my room?I sat up slowly, a knot forming in my stomach. The bedding beneath me felt smoother, colder—luxurious in a way mine wasn’t. And then it hit me.This was the master bedroom.What the hell?I must’ve wandered here in a half-asleep haze last night. Maybe I’d gone looking for comfort. Maybe some part of me, in that vulnerable moment, wanted to be close to him even if he wasn’t home.I ran a hand down my face, groaning softly. Perfect. Now I had to
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 35- Nights without Maxwell
Amelia POVThe cab ride felt longer than it was. Maybe it was the silence, or perhaps it was the churning anxiety twisting tighter in my chest with every mile. I sat stiffly, fingers laced in my lap, staring out the window like the passing city lights could offer answers I hadn’t found in Nate’s eyes.I wasn’t ready to go home.I wasn’t ready to face what waited on the other side of that front door.Maxwell might be there—or worse, he might not. And somehow, both possibilities felt like a punch.When the cab finally pulled into the long driveway, my stomach dropped. The mansion loomed ahead, dark and still. My eyes darted across the windows, searching for any flicker of light, movement, or him. But nothing. Just shadows.I paid the driver with shaky fingers and stepped out into the cold night air. My heels clicked against the stone path, too loud in the silence. The weight of the front door pressed against me before I even touched it.What if he was there, waiting, angry?What if he w
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 34- Torn heart
Amelia POVI didn’t move at first. I couldn’t.The rooftop felt like it had caved in around me, suffocating and loud despite the sudden silence. I stood frozen, hand clenched around the strap of my purse, as Maxwell turned and walked away—slowly, wordlessly, like he’d left a part of himself behind but couldn’t bear to face it.He didn’t look back.But I did.Watching the man who has always neglected my feelings leave with nothing but the consequences of his pride. And yet… it hurt. It hurt like hell because no matter how much I wanted to hate him I found myself loving him. “Amelia,” Nate said softly beside me, but I couldn’t face him yet. My throat burned. My heart throbbed in a twisted mix of guilt, anger, and something dangerously close to heartbreak.“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, voice hoarse as I bent to pick up my purse from where it had fallen. “I should’ve told you. About Maxwell. About everything. This, this wasn’t supposed to happen.”“You don’t have to explain anything,” Nat
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