Semua Bab My Billionaire Husband Wants Me Back : Bab 51 - Bab 57

"I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with how you’re feeling, but you shouldn’t run away from someone trying to help you. Don’t—""Okay, okay. I’ll think about it," I cut Maya off, not in the mood to be lectured."Good," she says, her tone softening. "How’s my baby doing? When’s your next check-up?""Next week," I answer, twirling the edge of my shirt between my fingers. "But now that you mention it, I probably need to talk to my doctor.""Alright, take care of yourself, hun. I gotta run—it's Monday, and some of us actually work for a living," she teases."Ha ha, very funny," I reply dryly before ending the call.Slipping the phone into my pocket, I walk back into the living room and find Lionel wiping down the glass center table with a towel. The scent of fresh soap and the faint undertone of his cologne fill the air."That was a long call," he says, glancing at me with a small smile."Yeah, my friend just wanted to check in," I reply. "No work today?""Well," he says, tossing the

After the checkup, I return to Lionel's apartment, my body slightly tired but my mind relieved. Dr. Maxwell had been reassuring, and I felt safer under his care. As soon as I step into the quiet space, my phone buzzes. It’s my father again. I hesitate but answer anyway."Evelyn, come back home. We can sort everything out together," he pleads over the line. His voice, though soft, carries that usual manipulative urgency."I have to go, Dad," I cut him off gently. "I’ll talk to you later."Before he can protest, I end the call. I feel a tinge of guilt, but I quickly push it away. Being here, away from all that life, has given me a kind of freedom I didn't know I needed.Left alone again, I step into the backyard garden. Lionel had a surprisingly beautiful patch of herbs and flowers. I pick a few herbs, not even sure what most of them are, but I sniff and select the ones that smell right. Back in the kitchen, I combine them with flour and make something like fresh donuts—herbed, soft, an

Deciding not to narrate too much in order not to bore him, I just say, “We were married until someone else came into the picture.”“Did you fall in love with someone else?” Lionel asks, intrigued.I shake my head “No. Of course not.” I barter my eyes away. “He cheated with his childhood friend. But it turned out it was more than what I thought it was.”“Oh, I’m so sorry. No woman deserves to be cheated on no matter what,” he says.“Thank you.”“So, you got divorced then?” he asks, drowning more of his liquor.“Uhm…” I lick my lips. “Yeah, I did. That’s why I left Chicago.”I don't know if the lie is worth it, but I sure don’t know how to say that I tried to divorce my billionaire husband but couldn’t — because he's powerful, connected, and makes it feel like the world spins at his will.“I’m so sorry about your divorce,” Lionel says. “At least I’m here. I can help you,” he adds, like I’m a patient and he’s the doctor ready to patch me up. It wants to sound funny but it doesn't. Not in