All Chapters of Falling In Love with my Cold Billionaire Husband: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Sebastian’s POV“What’s happening to her, Doc?” I asked, unable to keep the edge of confusion from my voice.The doctor had just come in to check Eloise the moment Ashton left.“Why can’t she remember her… friend?”The physician sighed, adjusting his glasses. “Everything about your wife appears normal, Mr. Whitmore. Physically, she’s fine. I believe this is more psychological. Trauma this severe often causes selective amnesia.”My gaze slid toward Eloise. She was sitting up, eating while we spoke at the corner of the room. A personal chef and two servers attended to her, hovering nervously as she sampled bits of food but never committed to finishing anything.She caught me watching her and smiled. I forced myself to return it with a small nod, though my chest ached.“Her memories will return, right?” I asked tightly.“Of course. They usually do, in time. We can’t force it—it has to come naturally.”I gave a small nod. “As long as she’s safe now.”But even as I said it, doubt clawed at

Sebastian’s POVBy the time dawn bled through the curtains, my eyes were raw from too little sleep. Eloise stirred beside me, stretching languidly before pressing a soft kiss to my jaw.“Good morning, Love,” she whispered, her smile bright, easy—too easy.I managed a small smile in return. “Morning.”She rose from the bed, humming faintly as she reached for her robe. I watched her movements closely, every detail sharper than usual: how she avoided glancing at the nightstand where her phone lay, how her hand lingered on the screen before she tucked it swiftly into her pocket.“Coffee?” she asked, almost breezy, as though nothing unusual had happened last night.“Sure,” I said, my tone even, measured. I wanted to see how much she would volunteer without me asking.Downstairs, the kitchen filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Eloise moved about with practiced ease, her hair falling over her shoulders, her voice light as she asked me about today’s schedule. I answered casually,

Sebastian’s POVThe image Ashton had shown me still clung to my mind like poison. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her lips on that stranger’s mouth.No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t accept it. Couldn’t believe the woman sharing my home might not be my wife. Because if she wasn’t Eloise—where was she? What had they done to the real Eloise?My fists clenched tight. If they’ve hurt her… I’ll kill them all.The car halted in front of the house. I stepped out, the weight of suspicion pressing heavier with each stride. But before I could even cross the threshold, a scream shattered through the air.“You ruined everything!”Eloise’s voice.My heart jolted. I rushed inside, following the sound straight to the kitchen.There she stood—Eloise, drenched, clutching a glass of water. Across from her, Lucy sat on the floor, soaked from head to toe as though someone had thrown the contents of a basin at her.“Eloise?” My voice cracked with confusion.She spun around, eyes wide, the glass s

Celeste didn’t know what else to do. Should she unlock the car door herself, or let Sebastian knock on the taxi’s window until the glass cracked under his persistence?“Don’t you dare open it!” she snapped at the driver.But it was too late—someone was already rapping on the driver’s side window, flashing an ID.Celeste’s eyes went wide when she realized it bore the seal of the police.“Sorry, ma’am. I don’t want to get dragged into your mess,” the driver muttered apologetically before unlocking the doors.Celeste cursed under her breath, too slow to stop what came next. The door on her side swung open at the same time, and a uniformed officer grabbed her firmly, tugging her out of the car.“Hey! Don’t touch me!” she barked, twisting against his grip. Her gaze snapped to Sebastian, fury and fear mixed in her voice. “Babe! What is this? Why did you bring the police here?!”Sebastian smirked, head shaking as though he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or strike. His eyes burned into her

Sebastian’s POVI felt like I was losing my mind.It had been days since Ophelia and her daughter Celeste were arrested. Even Adrian Duval was behind bars now, yet we still had no idea where my wife was. Eloise—my Eloise—was still missing.Every day, I begged the police to push harder, to search farther, to question deeper. They kept assuring me they were doing everything they could, and maybe they were. But to me, it wasn’t enough—not when she was still not here, not when every sunrise felt like another knife twisting into my chest.Even now, the mother and daughter refused to speak. Their mouths clamped shut, no matter how many times I demanded answers. Silence. Always silence.The warehouse where Eloise was supposed to be held had been searched top to bottom, ripped apart as though we could tear the truth out of the walls themselves. But she wasn’t there. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.And every night, when exhaustion finally dragged me into sleep, I would dream of her