Todos los capítulos de My Billionaire Husband Wants Me Back : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Leonard’s POVClara is two months pregnant, and this morning she woke up with pain that ripped the air from my lungs. I had never moved so fast in my life. One minute she was clutching her belly, whimpering like a wounded animal, and the next, the driver was tearing through the streets, honking like a madman as he drove her to the hospital while I kept screaming at him to move faster. Now I’m standing in the antiseptic hallway, the fluorescent lights glaring down at me like a thousand judgmental eyes. The smell of disinfectant burns my nostrils. I pace in tight circles, my fists clenching and unclenching, as voices and footsteps echo in the distance. Every second feels like a damn hour.Finally, the double doors swing open, and the doctor walks out. His face is unreadable—calm, too calm. My heart slams against my ribs.I’m on him before he can take another step. “What’s wrong? What happened to her? Is she okay?” My voice is sharp, desperate, words tumbling over one another as I trail

Evelyn’s POVBefore I can stand up and open the door, Lionel is already walking toward it. “Don’t worry, I got this,” he says, his voice calm and confident as he strolls past Maya and me like he owns the house.We both watch as he opens the door. At first, I think it’s just someone delivering something, but then Lionel starts sneezing. Once. Twice. Then again, louder. He tries to talk, but it’s like his nose and mouth are waging war. The sneezing doesn’t stop—it’s so bad he staggers back from the doorway, waving his hands helplessly.Then I see her—a woman standing outside, smiling awkwardly, holding my little puppy like it’s made of gold.“Oh my God,” I whisper, jumping to my feet and rushing toward them. “My puppy!”Lionel is still sneezing uncontrollably, his shoulders jerking, his nose red. He tries to say something but can’t get the words out, just keeps pointing at the woman like she’s the cause of all his misery.“He asked me to look after the dog,” the woman says kindly, step

Evelyn’s POVThis new message is from Melissa, but my hands start to shake as I read her words. Let’s meet tomorrow. Don’t tell Lionel.I stare at the message for a while, reading it over and over again as if the letters might rearrange themselves into something less alarming. My chest feels tight, and for a second, I almost drop my phone. Why would she say that? Why would she not want me to tell Lionel?I swallow hard and type back. Why?Then I pause.No. Maybe I shouldn’t ask. Maybe it’s better if I just go and hear what she wants to say to me. It could be business but I doubt. My fingers hover over the screen before I erase my question and replace it with a single word: Okay.I hit send.After that, I toss my phone on the bed and just sit there, staring at nothing. The silence in the room is thick and very much uneasy. I suddenly feel like someone’s watching me, like there’s a camera hidden somewhere, or eyes peeking through the curtains. I turn around on impulse to check, but of co

Evelyn's POVShe still doesn't say anything. Seconds later, she heaves a sigh and places her hands flat on the table.“Just be careful with Lionel,” she finally says.I think for a quick second. “What do you mean? I don't get it.”Her eyes harden in a way that makes my stomach tighten. “I don't have anything else to say to you. Just be very careful with that man. He's not who you think he is.” She licks the right corner of her lips and starts packing up her things.I sit there staring at her, trying to replay every word she just dropped in my lap. None of it makes sense. Lionel and I aren't even a thing, thing. Not really. He's just been helpful. Kind. Present in a season when most people disappeared.I silently watch her fold her files and slide them into her brown leather laptop bag. She zips it up with slow precision, and I follow the movement like a nervous fan watching the last seconds of a close game.“How's your baby?” she asks suddenly.The question catches me off guard. I don

Evelyn's POV There's a note inside attached to a very small cupcake. I pick up the note to read it but Maya takes it from my hand Instantly. She reads the content out loud. Enjoy this cookie but I'll get to you.“What the heck is this? Who sent this?” she asks with a sharpened voice. “I don't know who will” I shake my head. I stand up and pace around. I mean what stupid cupcake is this? I eye the cake sitting on the coach.“Could it be Leonard?” Maya suggests. I shake my head with a sigh. I don't even know who it will be. “Could it be Clara?” “You are not safe here” Maya says and she's right. But I shake my head. “Nothing will happen. I'll just report this to the police” I say. “Let me have that,” Maya says, snatching the small box from my hand. She disappears into the kitchen and I can hear the faint clinking of something metal, maybe a drawer or cabinet. When she returns, she plumps down next to me on the couch. She takes my hand in hers, firm and grounding. When she's retur