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CHAPTER THIRTY SIX- The Choice That Split the Ground

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I woke up choking on air that wasn’t there.

My lungs burned like I’d been underwater too long, chest spasming, fingers clawing at the sheets as if I could tear my way back to the surface. The first thing I felt was pain. Deep. Everywhere. A low, grinding ache that radiated outward in slow waves, like my body was arguing with itself about whether it still wanted to exist.

Voices blurred in and out.

“Easy.”

“She’s awake.”

“Don’t let her move.”

Hands pressed down gently but firmly. The smell of antiseptic flooded my nose, sharp and clean and wrong after smoke and blood. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. Smooth. White. Too bright.

I sucked in another breath and finally found oxygen.

“Adrian,” I croaked.

He appeared instantly, face hovering over mine, eyes red rimmed and wild with relief. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

My hand twitched. He caught it, threading his fingers through mine like he was afraid I’d disappear again.

The memory slammed back into me all at once.

Gunfire.

Smoke.

The t
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  • Three Years With My Billionaire Husband   CHAPTER FIFTY SIX- Power

    The rain slowed first.Not stopped. Just thinned, like the sky itself was reconsidering how much pressure it wanted to apply. Water slid down the machines’ armored frames in steady rivulets, pooling at their feet, steaming faintly where heat met cold. The smell of wet concrete and burnt metal hung low, thick enough to taste.No one spoke.Not the soldiers who had powered down their weapons. Not the operatives pressed against cover with eyes too wide and fingers still trembling. Not the people watching from screens across the city, breath caught somewhere between awe and fear.I felt hollowed out. Not empty. More like something had been carved away and the space left behind was still deciding what it would become.Adrian did not let go of me. His arm was firm around my back, anchoring me in a way words could not. Every now and then his thumb pressed lightly into my side, a silent check. Are you here. Are you breathing. Are you still you.“Yes,” I murmured without looking at him. “I’m s

  • Three Years With My Billionaire Husband   CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE- Shot

    The first shot wasn’t fired in anger.It was fired in fear.A sharp crack split the air from somewhere beyond the perimeter, too fast, too sudden, and every instinct in my body screamed at once. People ducked. Weapons came up. Someone shouted a command that collided with another command and turned into noise.The machines reacted before anyone finished breathing.Not by attacking.By stepping forward.Concrete groaned as several of them shifted into a defensive arc, massive frames interlocking just enough to form a wall between the bay and the city beyond. Sensors flared. The hum deepened. Not louder. Denser. Like pressure building behind a dam.“Hold your fire,” Seraphine barked, voice slicing through the panic. “Nobody shoots. Nobody moves.”Too late for that.Outside, boots pounded. Vehicles screeched. Floodlights swept the open yard like frantic fingers searching for something to grab onto. The world had arrived, and it did not know how to behave without permission.Adrian’s hand

  • Three Years With My Billionaire Husband   CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR- The Machines

    The first thing I noticed was how quiet it suddenly felt inside me.Not outside. Outside was chaos. Sirens still clawed at the air in the distance, helicopters slicing through low clouds, rain beginning to fall in thin, sharp needles that stung my skin and soaked into the dust on the concrete floor.But inside me.Something had gone still.The machines stood where they were, unmoving now, massive silhouettes framed by broken walls and flashing lights. They weren’t advancing. They weren’t retreating. They were waiting.For once, so was I.Adrian shifted beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his arm through my sleeve. His presence grounded me in a way nothing else could. Not the machines. Not the power humming through the air. Not the eyes of the world watching through a thousand different screens.“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured, low enough that only I could hear.I exhaled slowly. “If I stop thinking, something breaks.”He didn’t argue. He just stayed.Seraph

  • Three Years With My Billionaire Husband   CHAPTER FIFTY THREE- The Day the System Blinked First

    The scream did not come from a person.It came from the city.A low, widening howl rolled across the skyline, sirens collapsing into each other, alarms tripping in waves as if the infrastructure itself had flinched. Lights surged, died, surged again. Somewhere far beyond the broken roof, traffic froze mid motion, trains locked on their rails, signals stuttering like a heart missing beats.I felt it in my bones before anyone spoke.The machines had moved past listening.They had begun answering.The hum thickened until it was no longer sound but pressure, a presence that pressed against my chest and crawled up my spine. Every sensor on their armored frames pulsed in synchronized rhythm, a slow, deliberate cadence that felt less like code and more like breath.Seraphine swore softly beside me. Not fear. Awe sharpened into dread.“This is bigger than containment,” she said. “This is systemic.”The decision stood very still inside the ring of steel and concrete cracks, face pale now, lips

  • Three Years With My Billionaire Husband   CHAPTER FIFTY TWO- When Power Realized It Was Late

    The machines did not look at the sky for long.They looked at me.That awareness slid under my skin, unsettling and electric, like standing too close to exposed wiring. The hum changed pitch, subtle but intentional, and the pressure in the bay shifted again, not heavier this time, but focused. As if the air itself had decided where it belonged.The decision noticed.Their breath hitched, just barely. A human slip. The kind that came when calculations stopped lining up.“This is not loyalty,” they said, voice tight now. “It is misidentification.”“Keep telling yourself that,” I replied. My mouth was dry. My heart was loud. “You built them to recognize authority. You just assumed it would always be you.”The first machine straightened fully. The others followed, towering now, armored silhouettes blotting out what remained of the ceiling lights. Sensors pulsed in slow, synchronized rhythms, like a shared heartbeat.Seraphine shifted closer to me. “If they turn,” she murmured, “there will

  • Three Years With My Billionaire Husband   CHAPTER FIFTY ONE- The Sky Chose a Side

    The shadow did not rush.That was the worst part.It moved with deliberate patience, sliding across the fractured roof like it owned the night, blotting out floodlights one by one until the loading bay sank into a bruised half dark. The low hum thickened, vibrating through my ribs, through my teeth, through the metal under my boots. Not aircraft. Not drones. Something heavier. Purpose built.Seraphine’s hand tightened on her weapon. “All units, cover. Eyes up.”No one argued. People scattered with practiced efficiency, pressing into cover that suddenly felt very small. Cameras kept rolling anyway, feeds jittering as operators tried and failed to stabilize them. The world was still watching, even as the sky leaned closer.The decision looked pleased.That realization hit me like ice water.“This was always your escalation,” I said. “You never planned to walk out.”They did not deny it. “Contingencies exist for moments when exposure becomes inconvenient.”“Inconvenient,” Adrian repeated

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