Semua Bab My Billionaire Ex Begs: Return with Our Triplets: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Christine's P.O.V."He made mistakes! And you have no idea how much it hurts to see him trying so hard for a woman who despises him!" she shouted in my face, her eyes blazing with fury. "You haven’t even let his children know he’s their father! You have no heart! You’re a cold, heartless witch! You won’t let him into your life, but you won’t let him go either! You don’t want him, but you don’t want anyone else to have him!""Enough!" I screamed back, every word cutting deeper than the last. She wasn’t wrong—not entirely. But that didn’t mean I wanted to hear it, especially from someone who wasn’t doing this out of care for Elliot, but to get me out of the way and claim him for herself.Then came the slap.It stung hard, my cheek prickling with heat while my hands stayed frozen against the desk. I couldn’t even react."I’ll wait to hear from your assistant," she said coldly. "As much as I loathe you, I won’t withdraw my offer. But don’t get it twisted—I’m doing this for him, not fo

Christine's P.O.V."I warned you..." Elliot muttered, gently pressing an ice pack against my cheek."She denies you as the father of your own children! She has reduced you to a babysitter, yet you still defend her? Elliot, please, open your eyes!" Bernice cried out in frustration. And for a moment, even I felt sorry for her. So much so that I started to feel pathetic, like a scolded dog, and I sniffled quietly."Just leave," Elliot said calmly, focusing all his attention on my swollen cheek."I can’t believe this!" Bernice snapped. She spun on her heel and stormed past Lucas, shoving him aside."Well… I… think I should probably…" Lucas began to stammer, feeling the awkward tension in the room."You can go too," Elliot said without so much as glancing away from me, and I only sank deeper into guilt."Already on my way!" Lucas replied, forcing a strained laugh before slipping out and finally leaving us alone.That’s when I broke.I lowered my head, and the tears fell freely unde

Christine's P.O.V.I felt tired, but strangely lighter—like something had been lifted off my chest. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t recognize the ceiling above me. It didn’t look like any place I knew. I shifted slightly, realizing how comfortable I was… and then it hit me—I was in someone’s arms.Elliot was holding me on the sofa in his office. I had fallen asleep on his chest for who knows how long, my face flushed with embarrassment. But he looked so calm, like nothing in the world could shake him.Saying nothing, he reached up to brush my hair away and gently stroked my cheek. When his fingers touched the sore, swollen spot, I winced.“Does it still hurt?” he asked softly, pressing an ice pack to my skin with care. “The doctor said it was nothing serious. Ice, rest, and some painkillers should do the trick. But if you want, I can take you to another doctor for a second opinion.”His voice was so gentle that I couldn’t even breathe. I only managed to shake my head as his concer

Christine's P.O.V.“I was so immature,” I admitted, my voice quiet as memories of my stifling life with my parents came rushing back. “I left home without ever knowing another man. You were my first boyfriend, my first lover, my husband. I never got to explain that I was raised to be the perfect wife—not to be myself.“It’s not like our marriage was arranged from the start,” I continued, “but at least on my parents’ side, I was always part of some plan. Like, I’d be sold to the highest bidder.“I guess it was only natural that things turned out the way they did. A naive girl with foolish dreams, thrown into a life with a cold man who didn’t have time for games…”“You’re right,” Elliot said softly. “I didn’t know that. And I’m sorry.”But I didn’t want his pity. Gently, I reached out and covered his eyes, hoping he could feel what my words might never say.“Don’t look at me with sympathy,” I whispered. “Don’t stay with me because you feel guilty. Stay because you want to. No expla

Christine's P.O.V.Shiny chestnut hair, sweet eyes framed by dark lashes, porcelain skin, a heavenly smile, and she smelled amazing—those were the details Lucas had given me to help find this Carly woman. But I had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy. Those were the words of a man hopelessly in love, after all. His perception of reality was already questionable—add love to the mix, and it was a complete fantasy. I needed more information. A photo. A clue. Something.Just then, a group of nurses dressed in crisp white uniforms walked out of the psychiatric hospital, chatting cheerfully. I couldn’t imagine working in a place like that and still walking out in such a good mood.I glanced over my shoulder and spotted Lucas crouched behind the car parked across the street. He gave me two enthusiastic thumbs up, urging me to go through with his ridiculous plan. Right. As if I could just walk up to some random woman, become her friend, and what? Hand-deliver Lucas’s feelings like some sort