บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Impostor Wife: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I'm going to be discharged today. Doctor Maxwell had finally signed my discharge papers. I was glad that I'm finally going home, even if a part of me knew that starting my life all over again won't be easy. There's the governor's wife, which I have to deal with. She's not the only one on the list of people who wanted me dead. I have a fairly large amount of enemies to deal with. But for the moment, I have to focus on my health and recover as fast as I can. So when the time comes, I could face my enemy's head on."Alexandria?" I looked up and found Doctor Max entering from the door. "I knocked, but you didn't respond, so I entered, thinking you were asleep."I must be so preoccupied with my thoughts that I haven't heard the knock."Lucas will be here soon." Max said, and as if on cue, the door did open and Lucas came inside the room. He was wearing a plain gray t-shirt and jeans. He's not working today, I thought to myself as I watched him strode to the bed. In response to his presence

When Lucas left, I lay down on the bed, my head resting on the elevated pillows at the headboard. My thoughts are preoccupied as my curious eyes surveyed the room. The room gave me a different vibe. It feels like it doesn't belong to me and that I haven't been here before. My wandering gaze pulled into a stop at the left side of the room where a large portrait of a woman stood. A woman with red copper curls gloriously tumbling down her shoulders was seated elegantly in a throne-like chair. Her bright amber eyes stared back at me and a sudden chill ran down my spine. It was unexpected, and I couldn't explain the feeling. The woman in the portrait was me. But there was something about her which tell me I wasn't her. Just for example the silk night gown she was wearing, leaving nothing to the imagination. I was so sure that I would never wear a revealing outfit like that even if someone would put a shotgun on my head. Staring at her face feels like I'm staring straight into the very

The moment my gaze landed on the raven-haired boy, my heart lurched forward. Tears welled my eyes while my chest tightened until I had difficulty breathing. "Mumm. " He said, in his soft, childish tone. His large eyes locked to my own. "Niall." His name sprung out of my lips. This was the child I brought with me the night I ran away with my lover. And this child—I almost got him killed. The thought filled me with indescribable anguish that for a moment I found myself unable to say a word. How could I do that to an innocent child?Intense guilt ate me inside as I looked at him. As if a button had been pushed, I remembered the mistake I committed and I realized that I will never forgive myself for dragging a child's innocent life into danger. The fact that I nearly lost him from the accident made the pain in my chest unbearable… It was indeed a miracle that we are both able to survive. I cleared my throat and pulled the door wider, allowing him to enter the room before closing it

Lucas opened his mouth as if to say something but changed his mind at the last minute and closed it again. The flicker of tenderness I thought I saw crossed his face was nowhere to be seen. Instead a face masked with a paper blank expression is what was staring back at me. "You must be tired. You can go back to your room and rest. I'll take good care of my child. " He told me in a tone which was filled with a chilling civility. He was right, I need to go back to my room. I have no reason to stay in his room any further. My gaze stared back at Niall. There was a dull ache in my chest as I wiped the wetness at the corner of his eyes. I still wanted to stay, to hold him in my arms like a mother should but I felt that Lucas didn't want me there at all. I couldn't blame him for hating me. I've done something unforgivable and no matter how much regret I have now, It's impossible to make him forgive me, especially that the wound was still raw. "Goodnight Niall." I whispered to the chil

A soft knock sounded on the door of the library. From looking at the newspaper in my hand, I lifted my head and stared at the door, waiting for it to open. When it did, Thompson came in. "Good day, Mrs. Alexander you have a visitor." He announced in the same formal tone he uses when talking to me. "A visitor?" I repeated. Surprised. "It was your friend, Miss Hamilton." He said. The frown that scrunched my forehead quickly disappeared. The news of a visitor managed to revive my glum spirits. 'Miss Hamilton'. I repeated the words in my mind but completely failed to recognize her name. I tried recalling how she looked but I failed in that aspect too.Disappointed, a sigh broke from my lips. I raised my head at Thompson who was still waiting for my response. "I will meet my visitor downstairs." I told him and quickly rose from the sofa. I don't want to keep my visitor waiting. "Miss Hamilton was informed about your heel injury. She volunteered to meet you here in the library." Thomp