All Chapters of The Arrogant Billionaire's Redemption: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

I jerked awake, my heart already racing before my eyes were fully open. Something felt wrong. The room was dim, quiet, except for the soft, rhythmic breaths against my chest. Ajax. His small body lay curled into me, his head rising and falling with every inhale, every exhale. The night had been long. After dinner, he hadn’t been able to sleep. The shadows made him flinch, every creak of the building had set him trembling. I’d rocked him for hours, whispering nonsense and lullabies until finally, at dawn, exhaustion dragged him under. I’d expected to sleep well into the morning myself, but unease pulled me awake. I listened carefully, holding still so as not to wake him. And then I understood. The sound was faint but unmistakable—the shuffle and murmur of a crowd. Even from the top floor, behind the insulated walls of the VVIP ward, it was clear. Reporters. “Simon,” I whispered. His eyes blinked open instantly, alert the way they always were. He scanned the room before turning to me

I shook my head almost violently, overwhelmed, until Simon pulled me down to sit beside him. His touch was firm, steady—like he had already anticipated the storm brewing inside me. “I know exactly what you’re going to say,” he began calmly, eyes holding mine. “You’re going to say we’re not.” I blinked at him, my lips parting to argue, but the words caught when he continued. “But Tina—we were never really divorced.” His voice was steady, unflinching. “I never signed the papers.” The breath whooshed out of me. “What?” My mouth dropped open, the word slipping out as little more than a gasp. “I said,” he repeated, softer this time, “you’re Valentina Valero. You’ve always been.” My mind spun. The revelation sat between us, heavy and impossible to ignore. I could barely process it when Simon’s voice rang out—calm, unaffected, as though he hadn’t just shaken the foundations of my world. “Come in.” The door opened, and a man stepped inside, pushing a cart with a large package b

I couldn’t care less about the polished array of Chinese delicacies spread before me. The steaming dumplings, the lacquered duck, the bowls of fragrant soup—none of it mattered. The drinks, perfectly chilled, sat untouched by my hand, their condensation sliding across the white tablecloth as if mocking me. The more they gleamed in the sunlight, the more irritated I felt, as though they too were part of some performance I wanted no part in. My eyes stayed fixed on the woman sitting across from me—my mother. During Ajax’s kidnapping, I had felt disoriented, bewildered by her sudden change in attitude. She had softened overnight, like a stranger had slipped into her skin. But now that the danger was gone, confusion had curdled into indifference, and beneath that indifference lay something darker, sharper, more familiar. Hatred. A hatred I had carried for so long it had become second nature. Still, what surprised me most wasn’t the bitterness—it was the nothingness. The quiet void I so

The memory was bittersweet. White gowns, wide halls, stained-glass windows glowing with colored light—those pieces of the past hovered in my mind as I stood in the present. They were echoes of another time, another version of myself. But the similarities ended there. Because this moment was different. Entirely different. I was walking down the aisle to my husband. Simon stood waiting, and when I saw the tears in his eyes, my smile widened, real and unrestrained. I leaned into the arm of Mr. Wright, who had graciously agreed to walk me down since I had no one else. The quiet strength of his presence was a gift, and together we moved through the cathedral’s small, sunlit aisle. We had chosen a modest church. Not the lavish halls where the Valero name had once been flaunted, not the grand stages of media attention. We had waited until the noise faded, until the world turned its gaze elsewhere. Only then, with the buzz gone, could this day belong solely to us. Simon’s tears glistened