Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secret Billionaire Divorcee: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Knoxx’s Point of View“What’s the plan, boss?” I tease, trying to lighten the mood.Caroline smirks, crossing her arms. “The plan is to make that second bedroom livable since someone is monopolizing the master suite.”I raise my hands in a mock surrender. “Point taken. Lead the way.”She rolls her eyes at my sarcasm, but there’s a flicker of amusement on her face. I follow her through the aisles of the upscale furniture store, watching as she examines each piece of décor with a thoughtful gaze. She’s meticulous, pausing at every fabric and color swatch, as though each decision holds the weight of the world.“This one,” she says firmly, stopping in front of a navy-blue sectional sofa. Her eyes light up as she gestures toward it.I lean in, pretending to scrutinize it. “It’s nice, but will it fit in the room?”She narrows her eyes at me. “Knoxx, the measurements are right there. Don’t act like you’re clueless.”Caught, I laugh, holding up my hands. “Fine. We’ll get it. You’re the expert

Caroline’s Point of ViewThe sun dips below the horizon as we return to the beach house, bags in hand. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore greets us, soothing yet distant. To my surprise, the furniture and decorations we ordered earlier have already arrived, neatly stacked in the living room.“Right on time,” Knoxx says, his tone lighter than usual. He glances at me with a playful grin. “Let’s get to it. I want to see your vision come to life.”“My vision?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “You’re acting like I’m redesigning an entire house. It’s just a bedroom.”He shrugs, unboxing the navy-blue sectional sofa we picked out earlier. “Still counts. You have good taste.”We fall into an easy rhythm, unpacking and arranging the pieces. I spread out rugs and position the lamps, while Knoxx tackles the heavier items like the bedframe and dresser. For a while, the awkwardness between us seems to dissipate, replaced by a shared sense of purpose. It feels almost... normal. Almost

Knoxx’s Point of ViewThe moment Caroline asks me about my thoughts on having children, I feel my chest tighten. My mind spirals immediately to the one truth I can’t speak aloud—the lingering possibility that Dolly’s child might be mine. The thought doesn’t bring me any joy. Instead, it’s like a heavy weight pressing on my chest, suffocating. I’m afraid, not of the responsibility, but of the implications. That child—if it is mine—represents mistakes, regrets, and a situation I wish I could undo.But Caroline? The idea of her carrying my child fills me with a different kind of emotion entirely—something so foreign, so deeply rooted in joy and longing, that it shakes me. I can almost see it: her belly rounding, her glow brighter than the sun, her hand resting protectively over our child. It’s a vision that catches me off guard and takes my breath away. I’ve never realized how much I want that until this moment.Yet here she is, waiting for my response. Her gaze pierces through me, full

Caroline’s Point of ViewI’m arranging the last set of picture frames on the dresser when I hear the sharp sound of heels clicking against the wooden floor. The steady rhythm grows louder, accompanied by an unmistakable tension that makes my shoulders tighten.When Dolly appears in the doorway, her expression is a storm of anger and disdain. Her eyes scan the room, taking in every detail of the space I’ve worked so hard to transform into something that feels remotely like mine—ours.“What is this?” she demands, her voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere I’d been trying to cultivate. Her gaze narrows on the fresh curtains, the navy-blue sectional, and the carefully chosen decor. “Who do you think you are, redecorating this place like you own it?”I blink, startled by her audacity but quickly recovering. My hand settles on the edge of the dresser as I face her. “Dolly, this is my house. My name is literally on the property. If anyone has the right to make changes, it’s me.”She s

Knoxx’s Point of View The door creaks open, and I’m jolted awake. For a split second, I think it’s Caroline, maybe coming back to bed after a restless moment. But instead, I see Dolly standing there, her silhouette framed by the dim hallway light. My stomach tightens with a mix of frustration and alarm. What the hell is she doing here?I quickly rise from the bed, glancing back at Caroline. She’s still asleep, her breathing steady, her features soft in the moonlight. I don’t want her waking up to this.“What are you doing?” I whisper harshly, stepping toward Dolly and shutting the door behind me as quietly as possible. “Have you lost your mind?”Dolly’s face is flushed, her eyes glistening as though she’s been crying. But I’ve seen this act before—the carefully calculated vulnerability designed to chip away at my defenses.“Knoxx,” she breathes, her voice low and pleading. “We need to talk.”I drag her further down the hall, away from the bedroom until we reach outside the house, nea