บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE IS MARRIED TO A SASSY LADY: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Ximena’s POVI was shattered beyond repair. I don’t know if I was still feeling or just numb. I shuffled along the street, heading to Aunt Sadie’s place. Did she know? Was she behind this? Why didn’t she stop Mila from sneaking herself into my husband’s life? Why am I destined to lose everyone I ever cherished?“Hey, watch where you are going!” a cabby yelled as I was crossing the road without looking sideways. I ignored him and shuffled across the road, igniting indignant yelling from the drivers and causing chaos on the road.It was sunset already and it seemed like it was going to rain soon. I decided to take a cab to Aunt Sadie’s house. Walking is going to take me a whole year to reach her place.I met the door open and I entered. “Aunt Sadie?” I called.“Who is that? Hold on a minute,” she said.She came to the living room from the kitchen, cleaning her hands with a towel. She halted abruptly, staring at me like sh

Hudson's POVMy feet planted firmly on the ground, I couldn't move as I watched my daughter dash up the stairs. Never before had I felt such overwhelming guilt. My heart beat furiously in my chest, while every inch of my skin felt like it was being torn apart. A throbbing headache seized my head. Ximena's words played on repeat in my mind, "If I leave, you will never see me again." Did she know she was going to die? I still couldn't believe what I had heard. What have I done? I was the one who killed her. Why couldn't I have been more understanding? Why didn't I make room for her? What came over me? Why did I push her away? And why didn't I listen to her? She had pleaded with me, begged me to see reason.I roared in frustration, dropping down to the ground. I had lost the love of my life. I had robbed my daughter of her mother- again. "You need to calm down, Hudson," Mila said, trying to comfort me."Don't touch me!" I bellowed, jumping up and running upstairs. Everything was my fault

Nevaeh's POV"Fred?" I called, shuffling to the door."It's me, Nevaeh. Please open the door," he replied. I eagerly unlocked the door and threw myself into his arms without hesitation."How did you get here, Fred? Who let you in?" I asked, pulling back from the hug and closing the door behind us."I came to see you. No one can stop me," he said proudly."You are always so full of yourself," I teased. "Come on, sit down. What can I get you?" I asked."Can I just have a moment with you?" he asked, settling onto the couch. I playfully cuffed him on the shoulder."Don't be silly. Let me get you a drink," I said, turning to leave, but he grabbed my hand and gently pulled me back to sit beside him. I let out a surprised gasp."I don't want a drink, Nevaeh. I want to talk with you," he said seriously."Okay?" I emphasized, shrugging slightly."Tomorrow is prom night. Your dad mentioned you don't want to go. Why?" he asked.I groaned and sank deeper into the couch. "I just can't go, Fred. I

Ximena/Angela's POVI swallowed hard, my voice lost under his intense gaze. God forbid I cheat on my husband, but this man was pure temptation. His eyes were an enchanting blend of earthy brown and mossy green, a hazel hue that shimmered like a sunlit forest glade, radiating warmth and depth that seemed to draw me in. His lips, a soft blush of rose petal pink, curved into a gentle smile; inviting and warm, like a summer sunset on a tranquil shore. They seemed to promise tender kisses and sweet surrender. I swallowed hard again. My eyes drifted to his biceps, straining against his sleeves. Everything about him captivated me effortlessly. And the bastard had rolled-up sleeves; my weakness in every man. Damn it.“What’s your name?” he asked after a moment of awkward silence.“I’m...my name is Angela,” I stammered.“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Angela. May I sit with you?” he asked. I nodded before I realized it. Damn it.“It’s rare to see a

Davey’s POVA few weeks later after Ximena was admitted, she was still in a coma. I sat by her side, praying and hoping she would wake up."Hello, Mister Davey?" the doctor greeted as he entered."Hello, doctor," I replied, shaking his hand."Try not to stress yourself too much. She is going to make it," he assured me."Thank you so much, doctor," I said gratefully. Just then, my phone rang. "Excuse me," I answered the call. "Yes?""Sir, a girl named Nevaeh is here to see you," my cook informed me."Nevaeh? What does she want?""I don’t know, sir," she replied, and I hung up. At that moment, I realized that if Ximena woke up, her family might come after her."Doctor, when will the face transplant surgery take place?" I asked."Are you sure you want to do this, Mister Davey? It’s not necessary. Her face isn’t badly damaged," he said."I have my reasons, doctor. Can you start the surgery