Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love's Reel Betrayal, My Billionaire Husband's Return: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

The morning in California came glowing with soft sunlight. Natalie rushed out of her car the moment it came to a stop in front of the restaurant. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she hurried inside.As soon as Mr. Tony spotted her, he stood up immediately.“Natalie,” he greeted, pulling her into a quick hug and pressing a polite kiss to her cheek. They both sat down without wasting time.“I...I’ve watched the video,” Natalie muttered, breathless and with a tremble in her voice….Tony looked into her eyes with concern. “How did they even get the right to release it? And why now?” she asked again, her voice rising slightly.“That’s what’s confusing me, too,” Tony said with a deep sigh. “I’ve tried reaching out to Mr. Noah, the manager in charge back then. But he hasn’t responded yet. It could be the time difference. He might get back to us first thing tomorrow morning in Canada time.”Natalie let out a long sigh and finally sank into the chair properly with heavy shoulders…“

“Are you going to the school today?” the man asked Mr. Whimper, who walked slowly in the room with his hands folded behind his back.“Of course, I will,” Mr Whimper replied with a smirk. “Winning a child’s heart is winning a mother’s heart.”The man nodded approvingly.“Gradually... slowly,” Mr Whimper continued, “Natalie will come to understand why I’m the shadow she should’ve never forgotten. I’ve stayed alive all these years…just so she can live. Every man she ever chose over me?” He gave a chilling smile. “They’ve all ended in funerals.”“She’ll soon realize the universe isn’t kind without reason,” the man added.“Exactly,” Mr. Whimper said.“But you’re not showing yourself yet?”“Yes, ” he said “She doesn’t need to see me. She’ll only feel me…my presence, my silence, and my reach.”….……..“Don’t you think that was a bit too harsh?” Liam asked as he held Clara’s hand while they descended the stairs.“Harsh?” Clara raised an eyebrow. “Father, are you on my side or the bully’s?”“W

Liam stepped quietly into the hospital room, checking on the patient they had operated on just a week ago, a difficult brain surgery, one that had left the whole team tense for days. But now, the man was awake and stable. Outside the room, the patient’s wife stood up the moment she saw Liam step out. “Doctor… thank you, sir. I owe you everything,” the woman said, tears welling in her eyes. Liam gave a warm, assuring smile. “I’m just glad our hospital could do that for your husband. He’s strong. He pulled through because he fought, and your support means everything.” The woman sniffled, covering her mouth with her hand. “God bless you, Doctor.” Just then, a nurse approached with a clipboard in hand. “Mrs. Natalie A….” she paused to glance down again, “Mrs. Natalie Adams, please. Can you come with me for your follow-up?” “Oh yes,” the woman nodded. “I’ll be right there,” she said to the nurse, before turning back to Liam. “Thank you again, Doctor,” she added, shaking his hand with

Aditi had been sitting behind her home laptop for hours, yet barely anything moved on the screen. Her eyes weren’t truly reading anymore, they were just staring.. On her desk lay the same land case file she had picked up earlier in the afternoon, the edges already soft from how often she’d flipped through the pages. She reached for it again, her fingers brushed over the bold titles and highlighted clauses as if hoping they’d somehow read differently this time. Her gaze shifted back to the land deed scanned on her screen. She tilted her head slightly, narrowed her eyes and sighed. As if she were caught doing something she shouldn't, the soft sound of approaching footsteps made her jolt. In one swift move, she changed the tab on her laptop and hurriedly gathered the documents, shoving them under another file. A knock followed. Then Liam stepped inside. “Oh… I thought you were asleep. I saw the light on and came to check,” he said, eyeing her curiously. Aditi looked up, clearly star

He scanned the surroundings, a deep scowl etched across his face. “Sir, are you sure we’ll find her here?” the man beside him asked nervously, his eyes darting over the disturbed stretch of seashore. “What do you think?” Mr. Whimper replied, his expression still one of distaste.. He cast one last glance at the fiery horizon where the waves crashed against the rocks, then turned away. The man hurried after him, struggling to keep pace in the soft, sinking sand. They pushed through the crowd, weaving past people who fought viciously over seashells. Men and women in ragged clothes shoved and clawed, each determined to claim even one shell for survival. “Do people really make a living from this?” the man muttered in disbelief. “Enough to fight for it,” Whimper said curtly. Soon, the seashore gave way to the slums. The deeper they walked, the heavier the air grew, thick with rot and smoke. The man gagged and pressed a hand to his nose. “God, this stench… I won’t last more than