All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me: Chapter 201 - Chapter 207

Isabelle’s POV Trust. Such a simple word, yet it had become the hardest thing for me to give. I sat in my office, my hands resting on the polished mahogany desk, staring at Brian across from me. His confession earlier still rang in my ears. “I was an enforcer for Walter Ryder. I watched you rebuild yourself. I fell in love with you. I want to help you bring them down.” I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that after all these years, I wasn’t fighting this battle alone anymore. But how could I trust the man who had once been sent to watch me break? I exhaled sharply. “If I say yes, if I let you help me—what guarantees do I have that you won’t turn on me?” Brian leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. “If I wanted to betray you, I would’ve done it a long time ago.” I studied him, searching for any crack in his mask. “That’s not an answer.” His jaw tightened. “I’ve risked everything coming here, Isabelle. Walter wouldn’t just ruin me if he found out—I’d

Damion’s POV The truth had a way of revealing itself in pieces—never all at once, never in a way that allowed you to prepare. And now, standing in my office, staring at the pages scattered across my desk, I felt like someone had just cracked my ribs open and left me gasping for breath. Christopher Bane’s death wasn’t an accident. There was no way the police could believe it was all an accident and he had just miraculously had an accident if it was not intentional planned. I had already suspected that much. But now? Now I had proof. I had the evidence that showed who Isabelle really was. But could I do it? I love her. I want her. I picked up the latest report from my investigator, my fingers gripping the edges so tightly the paper nearly crumpled. Bank Transfers from Isabelle Everett – Five Days Before Christopher’s Death. Recipient: Unknown Third Party – Offshore Account. That alone wasn’t enough to damn her. But the next page? Anonymous Witness Testimony: Isabel

Isabelle’s POV The moment the door slammed shut behind Damion, I felt like the air had been sucked from my lungs. I staggered back, my body trembling with an ache I hadn’t felt in years. A shiver running down my spine and my whole body in fear of the past. My mind was spinning, replaying every single second of our conversation. The way his eyes had darkened. The way his voice had softened just before I pushed him away. I hated him. So much! I hated that he still had the power to make me feel anything. To make me remember Christopher even after I didn’t want to remember what we had together. I stumbled toward my bedroom, barely making it before my knees gave out. Falling down to the floor, my body still shivering in fear. And then I cried. Hard. So hard that I have never did before. I buried my face into my pillow, my shoulders shaking, my fingers gripping the sheets as I let the pain consume me. Damion had brought back the ghosts I had fought so hard to bury.