Lahat ng Kabanata ng No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

NORA'S POVZoe’s soft cries drifted from the nursery upstairs, and I kept glancing at the baby monitor on the table beside me. The nurse we’d hired was competent, but my nerves were frayed. Sam had left for court hours ago, and the house felt too quiet.I sat by the window, my gaze fixed on the garden. The roses were in full bloom, their bright petals a contrast to the turmoil swirling in my mind. I twirled my wedding ring absentmindedly, the smooth band a reminder of a love that had weathered more storms than I cared to count. I had never given it back but we were still divorced.My thoughts wandered, as they often did these days, to the chain of events that had brought us here. My abrupt flight to Paris, the days when I’d clung to my independence, and Sam’s relentless pursuit to win me back. For a moment, I smiled, remembering how stubborn he’d been, how determined.In Paris, I had started over, determined to leave the Bennetts and their tangled web of corporate politics behind. I w

NORA'S POV The fog in my mind was thick, my body sluggish as I blinked against the dim light filtering into the room. My wrists ached, bound tightly behind me. I forced myself to focus, the grogginess from whatever they’d drugged me with making it difficult to form coherent thoughts.Then I saw it—the gilded frame on the far wall, a portrait of Evelyn Caradelli. Of course. The Caradelli mansion. The last time I had been here, Lisa Caradelli had shot me immediately upon my arrival. My thoughts fleeted briefly to Daniel but I shook my head. A door creaked open, and the sharp click of heels echoed on the marble floor. Lisa Caradelli stepped into the room, her expression cold, followed closely by Isabella.“Well, look who’s awake,” Isabella cooed, her voice dripping with mockery. She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her smirk infuriatingly smug.I fought against the haze in my mind, forcing a smile. “What’s this? A pity party for two?”Isabella’s smirk faltered, but Lisa stepp

NORA'S POV The hospital room was a sterile cocoon of soft beeping monitors and too-bright lights. I felt like a stranger in my own body, every breath a reminder of the poison coursing through my veins. My voice was hoarse as I recounted the events to Sam, Genevieve, and Linda, their faces darkening with each word. “I didn’t believe her at first,” I whispered, my fingers clutching the scratchy hospital blanket. “But Isabella... she admitted everything. She poisoned William. It wasn’t an accident. She said she wanted you, Sam, but when that didn’t happen…” “She tried to destroy ev

SAM'S POV The mornings in the Bennett mansion felt different now. There was an air of anticipation, a quiet buzz as the wedding preparations began. Boxes of flowers, fabric swatches, and half-written seating charts cluttered the sitting room. Amid the chaos, my mother sat at the edge of the couch, meticulously folding place cards. She looked up and smiled at me as I walked in, her eyes soft with a mix of pride and worry. “This feels like old times, doesn’t it?” I nodded, unable to hide the bittersweet smile tugging at my lips. “Except back then, the stakes weren’t this high.”

SAM'S POV The hospital smelled of antiseptic and despair. It felt like I’d been living in this liminal space for weeks, pacing sterile hallways while the woman I loved fought for her life. Every beep of the monitors in Nora’s room was a reminder of how fragile everything had become. “Mr. Bennett,” Dr. Walsh said, stepping into the hallway with a clipboard clutched tightly in his hands. His face betrayed nothing, but the way he avoided my eyes set my nerves on edge. “What’s happening to her?” I demanded, my voice sharp, barely masking the fear beneath it. Dr. Walsh hesitated. “We’re doing everything we can to