บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Abused Wife: บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

Some days later… During dinner, Sara noticed a diamond ring on Jemma's finger, which surprised her. Later, when she went to the master bedroom, she spoke to Yohan. "Yohan..." "Hmm," Yohan replied.He was lying on the bed holding Sara in his arms. "I noticed something today." "What?" "Jemma is wearing a diamond ring." "I'll buy you one too," Yohan responded casually. Sara pushed herself away and sat, feeling more serious. Yohan joined her and asked, "You've never been envious of anyone's jewelry. You have lots of diamond rings but you don't wear them." "I'm not jealous of the girl. I want to say something else." "Wait," Yohan said, picking up his phone, scrolling through it, and then showing it to her. Sara widened her eyes seeing the photos on the phone. "I was right. She's dating someone. But who is this boy?" Sara exclaimed. Yohan put the phone away and explained, "I asked Nolan to gather information the day I found out." "You're keeping tabs on her too? I can't belie

Just then, Sara smiled brightly, relieving all of their tension. "So, these were your plans for tonight!" Sara said to Jemma. "I'm sorry, Aunt," Jemma replied. Sara held her hand and said, "You look beautiful, Jemma." Jay looked at them in confusion. Jemma turned to Jay and said, "Jay, this is Aunt Sara, Jimmy's mother." Jay smiled with a relieved sigh. Eric said to Sara, “You scared the kids. What were you trying to do?” Sara retorted, “And you never mentioned you have such a handsome son.” Eric shrugged, “Who doesn’t know?” Sara glared at him, “We've been friends for so long, and I didn't know about this?” "Okay, now you know," Eric responded. Just then, people started dancing on the stage as the lights dimmed. Eric turned to Jay, “What are you waiting for? Take her to the dance floor.” Jay extended his hand to Jemma. She glanced at Sara, who nodded in approval. Jemma gently placed her hand in Jay's, and they headed to the stage. Eric and Sara watched them from a dista

Sara blinked rapidly, still in disbelief. "Eric, what are you doing here? Where's Kevin?" "Who's Kevin?" Eric asked, puzzled. "Don't play games, Eric. Where is Kevin?" Sara's voice trembled. "Sara, it feels like you dreamed up your late husband last night." Eric smirked. "Eric, stop it! Tell me where Kevin is!" Sara's frustration grew. "Looks like the hangover is hitting you hard. I'll get you some lemonade," Eric said, getting up and calling housekeeping. "Can you send up a lemonade, please?" Turning back to Sara, he saw her still in shock. Sitting by her on the bed, he said lovingly, "Sara, freshen up. I'll give you a ride." Shaking, Sara asked, "Eric, what happened last night?" Eric gazed at her quivering lips, raised his hand, and gently brushed his fingers across them. "We were both drunk, Sara. It is not wrong. We've longed for this passion for years," Eric tried to reassure her. Tears welled up in

Sara Owen lay on her bed, her thoughts racing. She remembered hearing Kevin's voice last night and leaning into his arms, regretting that action now. After pondering, she couldn't remember any moment of illusion, so she concluded she was drunk and mistook Eric for Kevin. Regardless, the truth remained that she had slept with Eric, and she was Yohan's wife. Feeling regretful and down, she stood up.Shortly after, Yohan came into the bedroom. Sara felt nervous but attempted to smile as she saw him return from work. He tossed his blazer aside, approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting a deep kiss on her lips. Sara didn't resist; she knew this was typical whenever he returned from lengthy business trips. After a passionate kiss, unable to control his desires, he unbuttoned her shirt, burying his face in her neck to catch her natural alluring scent. Sara tried to push him away."What are you doing, Yohan?" "Sara, you know I hate being asked stu

It was ten o’clock. Jemma held Gracie’s photo frame close to her heart, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Placed gently on her bed was the wedding gown that Gracie had once chosen for her own wedding when Ryan proposed to her. Jemma felt a deep pang of sorrow, knowing how eagerly Gracie had prepared for her special day, only for fate to cruelly take her away before she could marry Ryan. "Mom... Can you hear me?" Jemma spoke softly, her voice trembling with emotion as she addressed the photo. "I wish you were here. You would've loved to see me in wedding gown. You had so many dreams for me... for us. We were supposed to plan this together, my wedding. You were so excited about it, weren't you?" She paused, fighting back the tears that threatened to overflow. "I miss you every day, especially today... on this day when I'm supposed to feel the happiest. It's not fair, Mom. Why did you have to leave me so soon?" Jemma's voice quivered with a mix of grief and longing. Gently runn