Semua Bab WIFE TO A CHEATER BRIDE TO A BILLIONAIRE : Bab 51 - Bab 60

JASMINE POV. There have only been two moments in my life where I felt utterly humiliated like I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.The first was years ago, on a rainy night when I had just left a business dinner. I was wearing a white gown, elegant, expensive, and stupidly thin. The rain started suddenly, and I didn’t have an umbrella. I rushed through the storm and into the hotel lobby, drenched from head to toe. People stared, but I didn’t realize why until I caught my reflection in the mirror. The wet fabric had turned completely see-through. You could see everything: my bra, my panties, the exact shape of my body. I barely slept that night. I checked out first thing in the morning.And the second moment was just now.Being caught kissing William Stone on the rooftop by a group of former high school classmates felt… mortifying. It wasn’t just the kiss. It was the way they stared, the teasing smirks, the way one of them called out, “Still got that spark, huh?”I tur

JASMINE POVIn the two weeks since the nightmare incident, William had barely spoken to me. He wouldn’t meet my eyes and only ever discuss things related to my schedule or business. Then, he would disappear into his room or bury himself in work. Whatever progress I thought we had made had taken ten steps backward.I sighed, stirring my coffee absentmindedly as I scrolled through the internet. Maybe this was better. In a couple of weeks, the charity gala will finally happen. Hopefully, by then, I would have had all the evidence I needed to take down Kimberly and prove that she was behind the attempt on my life. After that, William and I could part ways quietly, and I could slowly bring my new catering company into the spotlight again. Until then, the distance between us was safer. Cleaner.Still, I couldn’t ignore how security around the house had increased. The guards kept a respectful distance, but it was hard not to notice the extra eyes. I understood why. William had taken a bullet

JASMINE POVThe last time I was around, most of William’s family was at our fake wedding. Now we were all gathered again in a beautiful hall with good food, but honestly? It felt more like a board meeting than a family reunion.William kept his hand loosely wrapped around mine as he spoke to one of his cousins in that formal, guarded tone he always used around them. Apparently, it was a tradition for the Stone family to gather like this every six months—to “strengthen their bond,” or so they claimed. But from what I could tell, none of them actually liked each other.He took me down a hallway lined with old artifacts and ancient portraits, things that looked like they belonged in a museum, not tucked away in some private estate for family bragging rights.“When you said family event, I expected fun,” I muttered. “Something wild and spontaneous. But I should have known better. A snobbish mother, a weirdly quiet father, and you, a bipolar son.”William gave me a sideways look. “It’s sup

WILLIAM POV. Jasmine said she was fine, but I could hear her sniff quietly beside me. She kept her face turned to the window, her arms crossed. I reached out to hold her hand, but she flinched. I swallowed hard and pulled away, pretending not to notice.Did she hate me that much? Did I disgust her that deeply that the idea of even pretending to have a child with me was enough to unravel her like this? We didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride.I didn’t mean to upset her. I wasn’t asking her to have a child with me—to take the test. It was a stupid tradition my father insisted on. But clearly, it hit her harder than I expected.When we got home, she went straight to her room and slammed the door. I followed.“Jasmine,” I called out, knocking softly.No answer.“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, my voice pressed against the door's grain. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I did not think it would… affect you like that.”Nothing.I leaned my head against the door, closing my eyes. “I’m not a

JASMINE POV.I opened the door slowly the next morning, half-expecting the hallway to be empty, but it wasn’t. William was just coming in from the gym, wiping his face with a towel draped around his neck. His tank top clung to his skin, damp at the collar, and his biceps flexed as he adjusted the duffel bag strap slung over his shoulder. He stopped when he saw me. And for a second, neither of us moved.“Hi,” I said, softer than I intended.His eyes held mine for a beat before he replied, “Hi.”We looked at each other in silence for a while; I shifted on my feet, fingers fumbling with the hem of my sleeve. “I’m… not sure I handled things right yesterday. I’m sorry for how I reacted.”He shook his head immediately. “You don’t have to apologize. You had your reasons. And if you lashed out that way, it was for a good cause.”I blinked at him, surprised by how easily he let me off the hook.“I was wrong,” he added. “That wasn’t part of the bargain. And I let my parents’ expectations inte