Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

MICHAEL'S POVIt was Sunday morning. I was sitting up on the bed, gazing straight at the plain white wall of my hospital room, and was smiling.The dull ache in my leg was still there, and the fatigue in my joints had not gone away, yet I was smiling. The reason for that was because, in my head, I was not really in that hospital room; my thoughts were with just one person, Isabella. I was thinking about my last encounter with her.“She had come here indeed. It was not a dream.”“I prayed and hoped and yearned for it, and it happened. She had stood only a few spaces away from me. I heard her voice.”And to make everything more glorious, she had announced her divorce right in my face. It was not a dream.A fresh smile crept onto my lips. Every memory of her felt like a balm, soothing the pain in my body.I replayed the conversations of that blessed morning over and over again. From the ones she had with her brother and parents to the few sentences she spoke to me.It was more than enou

ISABELLA’S POVIt was a brand new day again and about three days now since my return. About an hour ago, my dad had woken me up to an exorbitant surprise, while mom had followed him closely, wearing a supportive face.Together, they had entered my room, approaching my bed schemingly and beaming with smiles while jingling a bunch of keys at me, the metallic gleam catching the morning light. "Hey Bella,” Father had called, his voice filled with both tenderness and a hint of elderly mischief."Here's your divorce gift.” He teased me. While his mother laughed and slapped the back of his neck.“This one here is for your new apartment three streets away, and the other one is for a brand new car, parked right now at the slot outside."I had sat up with an instant force, gawking at the keys like someone in a dream and suddenly feeling a sense of underserved privilege and moral unease.A gift of this magnitude was the last thing I was expecting from them, not after all I have put them throu

ISABELLA'S POVI looked at Scarlett again; the box felt heavy in my hands, much heavier than it should have been on a normal day.It wasn't the weight of the content inside, but the weight of what it represented, the possibilities it held, could either redeem me or even wound me further. Just as I was about to peel open the wrapping, Scarlett's phone suddenly trembled, cutting through the stillness between us like a knife. I watched her face closely as she glanced at the screen. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at the name on the screen.“It’s Ruth; oh my God, Bella, I really have to take this,” she said, her voice suddenly brisk and distant. I shrugged and mumbled.“Sure…of course.”When she was done with speaking with the person on the phone, she dropped it on her laps and turned back to me sharply.“It’s an urgent matter with one of my clients overseas. I forgot to submit his last art projects.”I nodded, still holding the box, feeling an odd yet surprising surge of reli

ISABELLA'S POVThe operating room was filled with the soft hum of machines and the quiet tension of the team getting ready for the procedure. I could feel the eyes of the other doctors on me as soon as I entered; their respect was mixed with a hint of curiosity. I knew they were wondering how I would handle this complex case. Even though they were fellow doctors, they could not wait to see the popular phantom medic in action before their eyes. I was more of a celebrity to them than a lead surgeon.I cleared my throat and took my place at the operating table, my focus narrowing to the task at hand. When I looked at my front, James was already there, his eyes following my every move. I could sense his unease, but he was trying to hide it.I avoided making eye contact with him and stepped a little forward until I was standing over the patient. Everything was set, and the time was now.“Scalpel,” I ordered, my voice steady and calm. The instrument was placed in my hand.In minutes, t

ISABELLA'S POV“Hell yeah.” Owen interjected excitedly and stopped to look at me with narrowed eyes. “i dont believe it, You actually forgot? You mean being the new boss here got you so swamped that you forgot your sibling’s return? That’s not very twinnie-like!" He mocked. “Can you just stop bugging my friend, young man?” Michael defended, wearing a faint smile.“Your friend?” Owen stressed, showing all his teeth.“So i’m the outcast now, ain't i?”I laughed and waved them off.“Stop it, guys, let's not fight over this. We’ve got a big reception on our hands.”“I take it that you are coming then.” Owen clapped to ask.I nodded. The idea of seeing my brother again and a few minutes inside a moving vehicle was certainly the therapy i needed right now. “Sure, it might be a good distraction.” I replied“I would have loved to come.” Michael said.“Next time, buddy,” Owen quipped, tapping him twice on the back in a fatherly way.“That’s not nice, Owen.” I chastised and turned to Mi