บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Deadly Doting Wife: บทที่ 401 - บทที่ 410

After sending her message, Vespera dozed off waiting for Alaric's reply.Meanwhile, Alaric walked into the bar and found Elowen crying in the private room. "What's all this about?" he asked, frowning."Are you just going to ignore me forever?" Elowen looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.Alaric gave her a cold look. "You're worried about that now? Weren't you happy enough taking Vespera's position?""It's not like that!" Elowen sniffled. "I just... I just wanted what I deserved. I'm a designer too!""Right, Miss Designer," Alaric sneered. "And getting what you deserve means taking what belongs to others?""How can you say that? You know I'm not like that!" Elowen cried, grabbing his sleeve.Alaric shook her off. "No, I don't know what you're like anymore. I thought you were still that sweet, innocent girl from childhood. But I was wrong. You're fake, selfish, manipulative, even cruel - stirring up trouble between Heath and Aurora while playing the victim with me. You're not the Elow

After dinner, Vespera quickly wiped her mouth, mumbled something about needing to run an errand, grabbed her bag, and rushed out. Alaric, watching her leave, thought she must be going stir-crazy from being cooped up at home, so maybe getting out for a bit would do her some good. But then he remembered Evelyn and her persistent meddling, so he discreetly sent two bodyguards to follow Vespera.Alaric sat down to browse the latest news. Not long after, a servant rushed in, announcing, “Zane’s back!”Alaric blinked and saw Zane stride into the living room. “Oh? Soraya finally let you go?”Zane kicked off his shoes, collapsed onto the couch, and groaned, “Don’t even mention that woman. She makes me sick. If it weren’t for Cheryl, I’d have tossed her off the balcony ages ago!”Alaric chuckled, “Soraya’s a goddess to some, you know. What’s she done to make you hate her so much?”Zane rolled his eyes. “Elowen’s someone else’s goddess, too, and yet you can’t stand her either.”Alaric’s express

Alaric loosened his shirt collar, glaring at Vespera as he tried to hold back his anger. “Have you completely lost your mind? You went behind my back to get an abortion?!”Vespera glanced at him blankly. “I didn’t. I wasn’t even pregnant.”Alaric just stared at her. “…”He was so frustrated he could practically feel the blood boiling inside him. Was that really the point? She’d gone to have an abortion, even if it hadn’t happened. And then there was the fact she wasn’t pregnant at all—and that she thought she had been but hadn’t told him!Alaric’s mind was spinning. He couldn’t even decide what mattered most anymore. His brain felt like it had been hit by a bomb. First, learning she was supposedly pregnant, then thinking back to their night together, then hearing she’d gone to abort the baby, and finally finding out she hadn’t been pregnant at all. It was like four bombs had exploded in his head in one day.He sat down on the couch, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself before loo

Lately, Vespera has harbored a lot of resentment toward Alaric, convinced he's unreliable, unstable, and dishonest with her. She feels he’s always tangled up with Elowen, that he doesn't understand her, and she can’t seem to see anything good in him—without ever stopping to look at her own flaws.Maybe Alaric really is just an immature guy who struggles with a lot of things, constantly leaving her feeling disappointed and hurt. But is she really so blameless?Standing back, Vespera realizes she’s actually been a pretty lousy girlfriend. Alaric’s dishonesty? A response to her sensitivity—he hides things to avoid hurting her. His lack of understanding? Because she never clearly expresses what she wants. As for Elowen… that’s a whole other mystery, one she’s never really tried to unravel.The first time they nearly broke up, it was over some photos Yvonne posted. She hadn’t even asked Alaric for an explanation; she’d just condemned him on the spot. The second time, it was the smell of sm

Vespera walked ahead, casual and carefree in a T-shirt and shorts, no makeup, and even bare of high heels, while Alaric trailed close behind with a jacket in hand, grinning like a fool. Everyone in the lobby couldn’t help but notice—their usually composed CEO was tagging along, practically beaming.Catching up to her, Alaric draped his jacket over her shoulders. “How could you leave without dressing warmer? You’ll end up with a stomach ache tonight,” he said, his voice soft with affection.Vespera felt a warm flutter in her chest but stayed quiet, letting his jacket settle around her as they walked out. Alaric was thrilled she hadn’t brushed him off; emboldened, he slipped his hand into hers, wrapping her cold fingers in his.For a moment, she stiffened, then relaxed, letting her hand nestle securely in his. Together, they headed to the parking lot, Alaric practically floating with joy. This felt better than winning the lottery!Bringing her home, Alaric felt out of his depth—things h