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CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE- The Warrant That Split the World
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2026-01-27 17:29:56
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Adrian’s POVThe restroom door opened.Liana and I were still locked inside the narrow stall. The space was small. Too small. I could hear her breathing. Fast. Uneven. I could feel the heat of her body so close to mine.Two women walked in. Their heels clicked against the tiles. The sound echoed sharply.“Have you noticed Liana lately?” one of them said.My body went still.“The new girl?” the other replied. “Of course. Everyone has.”I felt Liana stiffen beside me.“She pretends to be innocent,” the first woman continued. “But I heard she seduced her way into this company.”A laugh followed. Dry. Cruel.Liana’s fingers tightened against her own arms.“She always targets rich men,” the second woman said. “And guess who her new target is?”A pause.“Adrian Cole.”My jaw tightened.“She dragged him in here earlier. Shameless.”“She’s forcing herself on him now that he’s single.”They both laughed.“She’s a slut.”The word hit me like a slap.I felt Liana move suddenly. She was about to
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I kept following her.Everywhere Liana went, I went. Every step she took, I was there. At first, I was really curious about what this woman was planning. I hide myself and watched her day to day activities carefully.She lived quite a normal life. She had almost 3 jobs that it made me wonder if she every rest at all.In the morning she worked at the company. In the evening she goes to run errand and then at later work at her part time store.I wondered why she needed to work so hard.I followed her quietly as she walked down a lonely path on her way back him.Her pace quickened immediately, her shoulders tensed, her eyes darted nervously. Fear slowly crept in, painting her expression with panic.Finally, she stopped. Turned sharply. “Why are you following me?” Her voice was sharp, trembled slightly, but held a wall of defiance.Then she froze. “It’s you!” She looked confused.“I’m waiting,” I said simply, “for you to prove you’re not Amara.”Her shoulders dropped in frustration. “I al
Three Years With My Billionaire Husband CHAPTER NINETY NINE- The face of betrayal
I stood there, frozen.My mind was screaming a million questions, but my lips refused to move. My body felt heavy, as if I had been carved from stone. I could still feel the warmth of my hand on my face, the sting from the slap.That slap was something I didn’t see coming. The pain of getting hit by Amara was nothing compared to the hurt I felt as I saw the look in her eyes.She looked at me like a stranger. Cold. Empty.“Amara,” I whispered, my voice trembling, weak, almost broken. “It’s me… Adrian.” I took a hesitant step forward.She stepped back, a wall of distance forming between us.“I’m… sorry, sir,” she said slowly, carefully, her head bowed slightly. She trembled a little bit. “I don’t know who you are.”I lifted my head sharply to look at her.“And I’m not Amara,” she continued. “My name is Liana.”The words hit me harder than a punch.No. It couldn’t be. Though, I had stared at death, mourned her for year, suffered the pain of missing her and here she was standing before
Three Years With My Billionaire Husband CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT- The new Amara
I ran through the streets like a man possessed. My chest heaved, my legs ached, but I could not stop. I had to see her again. I had to make sure.I turned to a corner and froze. There she was. The same hair. The same curves. The same height, walking down the street without a care in the world.My heart jumped. She was alive. She had to be.I ran toward her, shouting her name. My hands reached out. My mind screamed with hope. But the moment I got close and spun her to face me… my heart sank.It wasn’t Amara. Not her.I stumbled back, unable to breathe. My mind reeled. Was the woman in my room an illusion too? Had I mistaken her for Amara in the darkness?Desperate, I sprinted back to the hotel. I demanded the CCTV footage. The receptionist frowned.“Why do you need it?” she asked, her tone teasing.I stared at her, my face squeezed and filled with disgust.I didn’t answer. I dropped money on the counter. Enough to silence any question.She blinked. Then, slowly, handed me the footage.
Three Years With My Billionaire Husband CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN- She Was Supposed to Be Dead
The journey back was quiet. Terrifyingly quiet. I could not stop thinking about her. About the way she had run. The way her hair had bounced in the sunlight. The way my heart had almost believed it.I knew my eyes hadn’t lied. I knew I would have recognized Amara even from thousands of miles away.“Was I… hallucinating?” I whispered softly.“What did you say?” Peter asked sharply.I shook my head quickly. “Nothing. Eyes on the road.”“Yes, sir.”When I arrived at my mansion, everything was exactly as I had left it. The house was spotless, but nothing had changed. Not a single thing.Amara was everywhere. In the cushions. In the curtains. In the faint scent of her perfume that still lingered in the air. It felt like a cruel joke.My chest heaved. I could feel the pain settle there.In the sitting room, our large portrait caught my eye. She was smiling. Beautiful. Peaceful. Alive.I breathed in slowly, as if I could inhale her essence. Three years had passed, and yet the ache was fresh.
Three Years With My Billionaire Husband CHAPTER NINETY SIX- Shadows of Amara
My life had become a prison I could not escape. Every corner of the house reminded me of Amara. Her laughter, her soft voice, the way she would rest her hand on mine—it haunted me. But worse than the memories was what I had done. The guilt. The shame. The betrayal. It burned inside me like fire.I sat on the edge of my bed. The clock read past twelve. Sunlight fell weakly through the curtains, dust floating in the beams. I did not care. I did not care about breakfast, work, or life itself. Every breath felt heavy. My chest was tight. My stomach knotted.I could not drink. Not after that night. I had promised myself. Never again. The wine, the escape, the lies to myself—they were useless now.A soft knock came at the door. I did not move. My hands shook. My body felt numb.The door opened slightly. Seraphine stepped in. Her eyes widened when she saw me.I stood suddenly, fists clenched. “What are you doing here?” My voice was cold. Sharp. Full of anger.Her head dropped. Her voice trem
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