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Chapter Twenty-Eight (Dominic’s POV)
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2025-08-22 06:27:00The airport was louder than I remembered. Screens flashed with departure times, announcements echoed overhead, and travellers rushed past me with coffee cups and rolling suitcases.
But none of it mattered to me. My eyes scanned the crowd, again and again. I’d been here for over an hour, unable to sit still. The car had dropped me off early, and I’d made my assistant triple-check the tickets, the seating, the boarding passes. Everything was in order. Everything was perfect. And yet my palms were damp from sweat. My chest is tight. When I finally saw them, the noise around me faded. Lena, her coat belted neatly, hair loose around her shoulders. Her hand was held firmly around Eliana’s, who bounced beside her with a lion tucked under her arm and eyes wide with excitement. I froze for a second—because the sight of them together like that, walking toward me, looked so much like a family. My family.<
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The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire Chapter Forty Eight(Lena’s POV)
The silence stretched. He hadn’t looked away, not really, even after he’d said nothing. His eyes were too steady, his shoulders too rigid for it to be nothing. I felt the pull of it—the almost-conversation, the almost-confession—but my chest tightened, and I busied myself with wiping crumbs from the counter. “Pancakes are getting cold,” I said finally, my voice softer than I meant it to be. Dominic gave a faint nod, like he’d accepted his own retreat, and sat down opposite me. For a moment we were just two adults at a table, eating imperfect pancakes in silence. But every time our hands brushed reaching for the syrup or the fruit bowl, I felt the static crackle between us. By the time Eliana bounced back in, dragging Leo by his worn paw, the kitchen felt lighter. She filled the air with chatter about her room, about how Leo had “approved” the star-patterned blankets, and how she was “ready for more London adventures.” Dominic smiled at her, then at me. “We’ll keep it simple
The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire Chapter Forty Seven (Lena’s POV)
I woke to the faint sound of clattering downstairs, sunlight spilling pale and hesitant through the curtains. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was—this wasn’t my small apartment back home, or the quiet refuge I’d built for Eliana and me. It was London—Dominic’s house. The smell hit next. Toast. Coffee. Something warm and sweet I couldn’t quite name. My chest tightened. For years, mornings had meant rushing Eliana through breakfast, pulling myself together with little more than tea, and trying to block out memories of the man who’d once made my mornings softer. Now here I was, in his world again, and he was downstairs… cooking? “Mommy,” a sleepy voice mumbled beside me. Eliana sat up, her curls wild, Leo clutched to her chest. “I heard plates. Is Uncle Dom making pancakes?” I blinked at her. “You think so?” She nodded solemnly, eyes wide with certainty. “He wants us to stay.” The words hit like a pebble to the heart. I smoothed her curls and kissed her temple. “Let’s go find o
The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire Chapter Forty Six (Lena’s POV)
Morning light spilt through the wide kitchen windows, painting the countertops in gold. The townhouse felt different today—ot felt more like somewhere we could… stay. Eliana sat at the table, swinging her legs as she smeared jam across toast in a way that made more mess than progress. “Leo wants honey too,” she announced seriously, setting the lion in front of her plate. Dominic, standing at the stove in a grey t-shirt and sweatpants, turned with a raised brow. “Leo’s a picky eater. First cookies, now honey?” Eliana giggled, proud of herself. “He’s royalty. He eats whatever he wants.” I covered my smile with my mug of coffee, watching them. Watching him. He looked so ordinary in that moment—barefoot, sleeves pushed up, brow furrowed slightly as he scrambled eggs. Nothing about him screamed ruthless CEO. He looked like… someone’s dad. “Mommy,” Eliana said through a mouthful of toast, “Uncle Dom makes good eggs.” I arched a brow. “You haven’t even tasted them yet.” “They look go
The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire Chapter Forty Five: The Morning After
Lena’s POV The clatter of dishes drifted up from the kitchen, mixed with Eliana’s sing-song humming. The sound should have been comforting. But nothing about this morning brought comfort. I slipped downstairs, pausing at the sight before me. Eliana was perched at the counter with her legs swinging, happily chattering to Leo, while Dominic stood at the stove—tie abandoned, shirt sleeves rolled up—as if he’d done this a hundred times. “Mommy!” Eliana squealed when she saw me. “Uncle Dom is making eggs, and Leo says they’re the best eggs in London!” Dominic shot me a quick look, one that lingered just a second too long, before turning back to flip something in the pan. “Leo has excellent taste.” I forced a small smile, walking over to brush Eliana’s curls back. “Did you even let him eat his toast first?” “He ate two,” Dominic said, sliding eggs onto her plate. “And negotiated with me over jam. She’s very persuasive.” Eliana nodded proudly, mouth already full. “I told him jam make
The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire Chapter Forty Four (Dual POV)
Dominic’s Pov The river smelled faintly of salt and steel, the breeze tugging at Eliana’s curls as she practically bounced down the pier. The boat loomed ahead—sleek, glass-sided, its decks strung with little golden lights that shimmered against the Thames. “Uncle Dom, is this our ship?” she gasped, hugging Leo tight like the lion might leap into the water without her. “Yes, Captain,” I said, ruffling her hair. “All aboard.” She squealed and darted toward the gangway, Lena jogging to keep her from tripping over her own excitement. I followed slower, my chest tightening—not from the cold, but from the memory of last night. Her face is so close to mine. Her breath mixed with mine. The way her eyes had softened right before my phone dragged me back to reality. And now here we were, pretending nothing had happened. The boat thrummed underfoot as we stepped inside. Eliana plastered herself against the window immediately, pointing at every bridge, every building, her voice a s
The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire Chapter Forty Three (Dual POV)
Dominic’s POV “Okay, Leo’s had enough fun for today,” Lena said, scooping Eliana up as she hopped off the see-saw. Eliana pouted, clutching her stuffed lion like he’d just survived a battlefield. “But Leo says he wants a snack.” I crouched so we were eye level. “Leo’s right. I know just the place. They make the best hot chocolate in all of London.” Her eyes widened. “Better than Mommy’s?” I glanced at Lena, whose brows arched as if daring me to answer wrong. I smirked. “Different kind of better. You’ll see.” That won me a squeal and an enthusiastic nod. Lena, on the other hand, shook her head. “You’re already spoiling her.” “She deserves it,” I said, meeting her gaze. For a second, her lips parted like she wanted to argue—but she didn’t. Instead, she tucked Eliana closer, letting the silence stretch between us as we walked out of the park and toward the street. ******** The café I chose was small, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. Its wide windows let in the weak
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