Semua Bab The Billionaire's Runaway Ex-Wife : Bab 551 - Bab 560

The moment she stepped out of her mother-in-law’s villa, she felt the burden of her pain pressing down on her. By the time she reached the place she shared with Cillian, the house was dark and empty. A hollow feeling settled in her chest.She rushed to her bedroom, the dim lighting doing little to soften the raw anguish bubbling inside her. She collapsed onto the mattress while curling into herself as silent sobs wracked her body. The tears wouldn’t stop.Infertility was not something she could control.For ten years, she had never once used contraception, and yet nothing. Not a single sign of pregnancy. The doctors had no answers.Perhaps she didn’t deserve to be a mother.Perhaps this was her punishment for hurting her own parents in the cruellest way imaginable.She had taken everything from them. And now, fate had taken everything from her.For two hours, she wept as her body was trembling as she clutched her knees while whispering curses at herself.Then, she heard it, Cillian’s

As soon as she left, Carina let out a soft hum, watching Abella’s retreating figure before turning her gaze back to Cillian."I see your mother has accepted your wife," she observed. "With open arms, no less. Not something I expected from a woman who was once so possessive of her son."Cillian smirked. "Abella has her charms."Carina took a deliberate step closer, her voice lowered. "So… you have opened your heart to her as well?"He met her gaze without hesitation. "What do you think?"For a second, there was silence. Then Carina laughed. "You are a heartless bastard, Cillian." She shook her head as amusement danced in her eyes. "You have no heart to open for anyone."Cillian did not deny it.Cillian's voice was softer than it had ever been. A tenderness slipped through that he had never shown to anyone before. "Why are you here, Carina?"Carina tilted her head and said. "Why don’t you invite me for a drink and find out?"His jaw tensed. "I’m a married man."She laughed. "I’m not ext

The next few days passed in a haze of confusion for Abella.Cillian was engaged. Well, he had always been engaged with work, with responsibilities, with everything but her. But now, it was different. The signs were everywhere. The calls. The messages. The same name appeared on his phone.Carina.He never took her calls in front of Abella. He always stepped outside, heading to the pool area, his usual retreat. He knew she wouldn’t follow him there. She never had. She never would.It had been two weeks since the ball, and not once had he come home early. Midnight was his new normal.And tonight was no different.Abella sat in the living room, absently scrolling through her phone. In front of her, an unopened bottle of wine sat on the table. She had considered drinking, just to take the edge off, but she hated the taste. More than that, she hated the way alcohol left her in a fog, just like the emotions she was trying to make sense of.So, she didn’t open it.Instead, she forced herself

Cillian’s gaze lingered on her before he remarked, “I see you have made my wife serve you.”It wasn’t a complaint. It was a statement layered with meaning that was his way of saying he didn’t like his wife serving anyone, not even his mother.Madam Facci ignored him, instructing the maid to set the table for all three of them.As the food was being served, Abella helped Madam Facci to the washroom, assisting her with quiet patience and care. Cillian watched them from a distance, noticing the tenderness in Abella’s touch and the effortless way she guided his mother without hesitation. His mother, though always reserved, allowed herself to be cared for. In this moment of vulnerability, he could see that his mother, in her own way, did have feelings for his wife.When Abella went to the kitchen again, Madam Facci spoke.“Your wife is a wonderful cook,” she said. “Whenever she makes me food, I eat like a pig.”Cillian leaned back in his chair. “She never cooked for me.”Madam Facci met hi

If Abella was stubborn, Cillian was too.She resisted the idea of joining him at the conference in Paris as she was unwilling to be around her family. She couldn’t bear the thought of facing them, especially with the guilt that gnawed at her. It took him a long time to convince her to come along, but eventually, she agreed, though her unease was tangible.She was trying to tell him why she did not want to go with him and he was using the exact same reasons for why she should. How could she explain him what she was feeling when he di dnit even like her family? There are so many reasons why she stayed away from her family. One was that she disappointed them and her father could not even look at her without hiding that disappointment of how she was ruining her life. Was he right? Yes, her father was absolutely right! Still, she only wanted what she had! She was not as lucky as her parents or siblings in love but she was atleast married to the man she loved? Another reason why she stayed