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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Man in the Watch
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2026-10-02 19:57:30
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The Billionaire’s Sacrificial Wife: Forced to Bear His Heir Chapter Thirty-Two: The Man in the Watch
Ethan POVEarlier this morning, I’ve been parked outside her building for almost twenty minutes, the watch still sitting in the cupholder where I threw it last night, and I still haven’t worked out what I’m going to say to her.I didn't sleep. I spent most of the night replaying Priya’s voice in the parking lot—three hours, sir, she waited three hours—until the words wore a groove into my skull I couldn’t climb out of. I went there to apologize. I actually convinced myself long before that morning that I owed her that much, whatever this marriage is supposed to be.Then the building door opens, and it’s not her walking out alone.It’s him. Julian. I recognize the face, the ex who couldn’t keep his hands off her that night at St. Augustus hospital’s garage, and he’s close enough behind her that there’s no mistaking what this looks like from where I’m sitting.“Sophia, wait.” I can’t hear him enough, through the glass, but I don’t need to. They must have spent the night together. There
The Billionaire’s Sacrificial Wife: Forced to Bear His Heir Chapter Thirty One: Just a Contract
Sophia POV"She doesn't deserve it." Ethan's words are still hanging in the air when Emily pushes further, her voice soft and careful in that way she always uses when she's digging for something."You still haven't told me what happened between you two." A pause, the creak of a chair, Emily settling in like she's got all afternoon for this. "You've been like this since her birthday.""There's nothing to tell." Something cold slides into his voice, flat and final. "She's my wife on paper, Emily. That's all this has ever been.""Ethan…""I married her for one reason, and it's lying in that bed right now." His voice doesn't rise, doesn't need to, each word landing like it's been sharpened first. "Everything else, whatever she thinks this is, is on her. It's a contract. Nothing more."I stand frozen just outside the door, my hand pressed flat against the wall, every word driving deeper than the last. A contract. That's all I am to him, after everything, after the basement, after the way h
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Sophia POV"Such an early morning gift." I say it out loud to the empty hallway outside Whitfield's office, my voice dripping with a sarcasm nobody's around to hear, because apparently being stripped of every single patient I've spent six years earning is Ethan Vale's idea of an early morning present.I pull my phone out, ready to call him and ask exactly what I did to deserve this kind of generosity, and that's when I see them. A string of missed calls, all from him, all timestamped mid night, the earliest one is 12:10 midnight.I never even heard my phone ring. I was asleep at my own kitchen table by then, neck bent at some terrible angle, completely dead to the world after everything: waiting for him and the drama with Julian, and I never felt a single buzz.I sit down slow on the bench, staring at the screen like it might rearrange itself into something that makes more sense. Four calls. All midnight.My thumb hovers over his name, some small, traitorous part of me wondering if th
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