Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling In Love with my Cold Billionaire Husband: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Sebastian’s POVI couldn’t help but smile as I watched Eloise sleeping beside me. She was still fast asleep, probably exhausted from staying up to take care of me.She was still wearing her dress from last night. It was a little crumpled already, but somehow she still managed to look beautiful in it.She didn’t leave me.She stayed.I barely remembered what happened last night after we got home. Everything was a blur. I just remembered the warmth of her hands, her voice telling me to drink water, the soft press of a towel against my forehead.She took care of me—even though I knew she was still unsure if she could forgive me.I carefully adjusted her position on the bed. I slipped off her heels and gently pulled the blanket over her.She looked peaceful.I didn’t want this moment to end.I wanted us to stay like this. In bed. Safe. Together. But I knew she’d wake up soon.And I could only hope she wouldn’t leave once she did.Maybe it was the medicine she gave me. Maybe it was just he

I don’t know what to feel. Just a while ago, I was happy.Finally, after a few months, I felt lighter, relieved. But then… this happened."How?" I asked in confusion.I was already seated on my stool, staring at the unfinished gown—the original one I designed for the bride.It wasn’t supposed to exist yet, and yet the bride was already wearing it… in a televised ceremony.Live. Worldwide."Wasn’t the wedding scheduled for next month?" I asked."The campaign month starts next month. That’s probably why they moved the wedding up," explained Janette, one of my seamstresses."And they didn’t even bother to tell us?" I asked again, incredulous.Collette cleared her throat. "No one, Ms. Everheart. Not a single person from their team contacted us."I let out a frustrated sigh.This was a huge scandal—for us and for my client.The groom was running for mayor, and the bride was a popular actress.They were both stars in their respective fields. Influential and powerful.Which meant that if I t

"W-What? We're not what?" I asked again, confused.I was trying to process what he just said.Sebastian offered a faint smile."We’re still married, Eloise. I never signed the divorce agreement. I never submitted it."My lips parted slightly in disbelief.All this time, I thought we were over. I thought that chapter had long been closed."R-Really?"He nodded slowly. Then he stepped closer, gently taking my hand."I didn’t push to finalize it because… I didn’t want to let you go."I stepped back, needing air—space. I could feel the walls around my heart caving in.Everything was crashing into me at once: Mildred’s betrayal. Sebastian’s unexpected return. And now, this truth I never anticipated."We’re still married?" I whispered, more to myself than to him."Yes."I sat down on the edge of the couch, my mind a whirlwind of memories and what-ifs."You should’ve told me.""I was going to," he said quietly, inching toward me. "But I didn’t want to use that as a reason to make you stay. I

Eloise’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I arrived at the studio was the tense atmosphere.Everyone was quiet and focused on their work.It wasn’t like earlier when everyone had been chatting at once. Now, it was as if the whole room was holding its breath.“Eloise,” Colette called, walking up to meet me even before I reached the door.I stopped and faced her.“Any update?”“I’ve already contacted the legal department. Ms. Savarre also confirmed she’s on her way.”I nodded.“Good. What about the bride’s team? Have they said anything new?”Colette shook her head.“Not yet. But… there’s someone inside. She said she wanted to talk with you.”She glanced at the studio door, then back at me.I frowned, noticing the hesitation in her eyes.“Who’s there?”“Uh… she said she’s the designer of the bride’s gown.”I froze.Without answering, I immediately walked into the studio.And there she was—standing beside the unfinished gown I was working on.“Mildred,” I said, my voice cutting sharply

Eloise’s POVThe first thing I felt was the weight in my chest.Not pain—though there was a dull ache in my arms—but heaviness. As if my heart had been wrung out, then shoved back into my chest, bruised and sore.I opened my eyes slowly.Sterile white ceiling. Faint hum of machines. The scent of antiseptic.Hospital.A soft beeping beside me matched the rhythm of my pulse. I turned my head. There was an IV attached to my hand, my wrist wrapped in gauze.And then—“Eloise?”I blinked.Colette.She was sitting on the recliner, eyes wide and red-rimmed, her blazer wrinkled, her hair slightly out of place. She looked like she hadn’t slept.“You’re awake!” she whispered, standing up quickly and leaning over the bed. “Oh, my God—thank God.”My throat felt dry. “Water…”She reached for a cup and helped me sip through a straw.The cold water hit my throat like ice. I winced.“Do you remember what happened?” she asked gently.I nodded slowly. “The studio. Mildred. I…”Colette’s expression turn