Todos os capítulos de Mr.CEO’s Contract Bride is a Hidden Heiress: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

(John’s POV)Sybil walked over to where I was standing in the doorway. She seemed annoyed to see me. Exchanging a brief glance with her brother, she led me out of the room and closed the door. Crossing her arms, she looked up at me. “What do you want?”“Is that any way to greet your husband?” I took her hand and tried to pull her in the direction of the elevator. “Come with me.”“Where are you taking me, to see Willa?” She dug her feet into the floor, refusing to move. “I still don’t understand why you wanted me to come here. You know that Willa and I don’t get along.”“We’re going home,” I said, struggling to get her to move. She had the nerve to roll her eyes at me! “Excuse me, but I was in the middle of a conversation with my brother. I’d like to go back to him. You can go home if you want to, unless Willa needs you to stay with her.” She pulled her hand away. “When I’m ready to leave, I’ll go back to my apartment.”I didn’t even have time to respond before she went back into the

(Sybil’s POV)I woke up the next morning with a searing headache, and my mouth felt like something had crawled into it and died. I was in a bed, but I couldn’t remember how I had ended up there. The last thing that I remembered was drinking and talking with Alex and Emma at Darcy’s. Everything after that was a blur. From the way I felt right now, I knew that I had had a lot to drink.I tried to sit up and get out of bed, but found that there was a man’s arm draped across my waist. I panicked, trying desperately to remember what had happened the night before. My eyes hadn’t adjusted yet to the sunlight shining in the window, and I didn’t know where I was, or who I was with. This was awful!Or was it? I could use this to my advantage, I suddenly realized. John was stubbornly refusing to divorce me, even though I was sure that he knew it was the best solution for both of us. But what if I gave him a specific reason? If I confessed to John that I had cheated on him, maybe he would finall

(Sybil’s POV)John looked at me for a minute, probably trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. Then he turned to walk out of the bathroom. “I’m going to the hospital to see Willa,” he said. Finally, he was doing the right thing. He should have been with her the night before, not with me.I decided to stay in the bathroom for a few minutes, to give John the chance to get dressed and leave. While I was there, I thought that it would be a good idea to take a shower. I knew that it would help me feel better, both physically and mentally.After putting on some clothes, I went down to the dining room for breakfast. I didn’t really feel like eating, but I thought I should at least try. I hadn’t eaten anything for dinner the night before. I had only eaten some pretzels while I was at Darcy’s.My mother-in-law was already sitting at the table, staring at me as I walked in and sat down. “You look terrible,” she said, “but then again, it’s no wonder.” She clucked disapprovingly at me.I

(Sybil’s POV)I hung up the phone, suddenly feeling unsteady on my feet. Emma immediately noticed that something was wrong. She jumped up and took my arm, guiding me to the chair that she had just vacated. “Sybil, what is it?”“That was the hospital. My brother’s condition has gotten much worse.” I sniffled, tears falling freely. I had already told her all about Charlie, so she knew exactly what I was talking about. “I need to go see him.”She gave me a sympathetic smile. “Would you like me to drive you? I’ll even go in with you, if you want me to.”“I’d like that. Thank you.” I smiled back at her, thankful that I didn’t have to go through this alone. She really was a good friend. I called my parents on the way to the hospital.When we got there, I thought that I should mention this to John. He was a shareholder of the hospital, and although he was the last person that I wanted to talk to at the moment, I knew that he would be able to ensure that Charlie got the best care possible. I

(Sybil’s POV)I woke up the next morning, still wrapped in John’s warm embrace. It was kind of odd how we were more intimate lately than we ever were before. Our marriage was ending, so we really needed to stop doing this.He was still asleep, his arm pinning me down. I moved it carefully, so as not to wake him, and sat up.His eyes slowly opened and he gazed at me. “Where are you going? It’s not as if you have somewhere to be,” he said groggily, grabbing my arm, “you made it perfectly clear that you were quitting your job and moving out of my house. This apartment is all you have now.”That was true. I was free from all that had been tying me down for the last three years. Well, almost. We still had to officialize our divorce, but it wouldn’t be long now. He had accepted my resignation, so that had to be a good sign.I was this close to starting a new life. A life without my brother in it, I reminded myself as I thought of what Mark had told me the day before. I couldn’t face that id