Semua Bab My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me: Bab 131 - Bab 140

The hospital halls were suffocating with tension. The air smelled of antiseptic and blood, the remnants of the battle they had just fought within these very walls. Nurses and doctors rushed past, their hurried whispers filling the corridor. The sterile white lights flickered slightly, casting a dim glow over the linoleum floor. Carmela stood frozen just outside the emergency room doors, her heart hammering in her chest. She hadn’t moved since they wheeled Lucas away, her fingers clenched so tightly together that her nails dug into her palms. The moment had come. The doors swung open with force, and a team of doctors and nurses emerged, their uniforms stained with traces of blood. Lucas was being wheeled out on a stretcher, his skin pale, his breathing shallow. A thick bandage covered his torso, evidence of the emergency surgery he had just undergone. “Get him to recovery now!” one of the doctors barked as they rushed him down the hallway. Carmela’s feet moved before she could th

Adrian stormed into the dimly lit chamber, his fists clenched at his sides. The ancient walls of his grandmother’s secluded hideout were lined with bookshelves, the air thick with the scent of burning incense and something older—something mystical.Catherine Blackwood sat in her usual chair, her piercing silver eyes meeting his with an unsettling calmness. She had been waiting for him.“Grandmother,” Adrian said through gritted teeth, the frustration and exhaustion evident in his voice. “The key didn’t work.”Catherine inhaled deeply, exhaling through her nose. “I know.”His body went rigid. “What do you mean, you know?”She sighed and slowly rose from her seat, stepping toward a massive wooden chest in the corner of the room. “I told you the curse was more than just a simple soul swap. It was never just about returning the key.”Adrian’s patience snapped. “Then why did you let us believe it was?”Catherine opened the chest with a creak, pulling out an aged book bound in black leather

The room was dimly lit, the pale yellow glow from the antique ceiling lamp casting elongated shadows across the cracked marble floor. Adrian—no, Damion in Adrian’s body—stood with his arms crossed in front of his grandmother, his jaw clenched tight, his knuckles pale from how hard he was gripping his biceps.Catherine looked older than she had just yesterday. The weight of secrets, the ache of time, and the fear of what might come had lined her face more deeply than usual. Her frail hands trembled, but her voice—when it came—was steady.“You want to know the truth,” she said. “The entire truth.”Adrian nodded slowly. “I deserve it. After everything that’s happened—after nearly dying to return the key—you owe me that much.”She sighed, walking past him toward the window, drawing the curtain just enough to glance at the darkening sky. “The curse… wasn’t just about power. Or punishment. It was about blood. A blood feud that started long before either of you were born.”Adrian frowned. “Y

The night was eerily silent.No wind rustled the trees. No birds cried from the branches. Even the leaves beneath Adrian’s boots felt too quiet, like the forest itself was holding its breath.They had reached the clearing—the place the curse began.The ancient stones circled the edge of a dark, sunken patch of earth. It looked almost like a grave, but it was something older. Older than them. Older than their blood feud. Older than the sins they inherited.Damion stood at the edge of the circle, his body trembling—not from fear, but from anticipation. He wasn’t alone. Adrian, inside the body Damion once called his own, stood opposite him, the moonlight casting a silver glow over his face.“I can’t believe it’s finally happening,” Adrian whispered. “After everything… we’re here.”Damion’s lips twitched into a small, tired smile. “I thought I’d hate the sight of you when this moment came. But now… all I feel is guilt.”Adrian stepped forward. “Don’t. We both made mistakes. I didn’t fight

The rhythm of the monitor pulsed like a heartbeat through the stillness of the hospital room. Outside, the storm that had brewed during the ritual faded to a gentle drizzle, raindrops whispering against the windowpane like prayers carried on the wind.Carmela didn’t move. Couldn’t. Her fingers hovered in the air inches from Damion’s cheek, breath caught in her lungs like a balloon never released. She had heard him—his voice, rough and weak, but real. Alive. Her name had formed on his lips like a promise remembered.He blinked slowly, lashes heavy, as though dragging himself up from the depths of a different world.“Carmela…” he whispered again, eyes unfocused.She fell to her knees beside the bed, the tears already flooding her cheeks before she realized they’d started. “I’m here,” she breathed, catching his hand, cold and limp but tethered to hers now. “You’re here. You’re really here…”Lucas stirred on the other side of the room, still weak from his earlier injury. He rubbed the bac