Semua Bab Marrying The Billionaire Who Healed Me: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Tyler’s POVThey say that in times of sadness, finding happiness must become a priority. That happiness shouldn’t always come naturally. If you discover a substance that can make you happy, then maybe, just maybe, that is your Jesus.That saying used to float around back in college. Especially among them, the users of laughing gas. At the time, it never made any sense to me. I thought it was just a way to excuse bad habits.But now?Now it did.It was clear, clear like the sky during a cloudless day. I rose slowly from the couch, body still aching from the flight but mind buzzing with unrest. I climbed the stairs to my room and fetched my laptop, the weight of my next action settling in my chest like a stone.Tyrone Baker, popularly known as Stitch, was someone I hadn’t seen since college. They say twenty children cannot play for twenty years, and it’s true. Life always finds a way to separate people, forcing each one into their own path. But if you really wanted to find someone, espe

Tyler’s POVI didn’t know what was going on inside of him. But I knew one thing for sure, he kept glancing behind him, like he was afraid. Like he was being extra careful that none of his fellow clergymen would walk into the cathedral and catch him, their priest, like this. Not just as a man, but as someone with a past he clearly wanted to keep buried.He leaned in quickly, his lips nearly brushing my ear as he whispered. “But I’m a changed person. I don’t do that no more.”I smirked at those words, a cold, unbothered curl of my lips.Did I ever say he was still doing it? Did I ever say he hadn’t changed? Maybe he didn’t hear me clearly. Maybe he didn’t even understand why I was here in the first place. Or maybe guilt was making him imagine accusations I hadn’t voiced yet.Truth was, I didn’t care whether he had changed or not. Once a seller, always a seller. If he knew where to get it back then, I knew deep down he still knew where to get it now.So, what was with all the excuses?“G

Eunice’s POVIt was morning, and we were yet to leave Portugal. We had decided to have breakfast before our departure, hoping to start the day on a calm and thoughtful note.If it were left to me, I would have been gone as early as dawn. I didn’t want to unnecessarily keep Gabriel waiting. I didn’t need him thinking I was hesitating to hand over what was rightfully his. That was not the impression I wanted to give.Still, I remained seated with Julie at the dining table, while my mother sat across from us. The room was quiet except for the occasional clink of cutlery. But my mind was far from the table. I couldn’t seem to shake off the memory of the stranger who approached me during the night at the tavern.There was something about him that clung to my thoughts. His boldness, the certainty in his eyes. I furrowed my brow, trying hard to remember his name, but nothing came.For someone to just walk up to you and urge you not to make a decision you’d regret, all because you were battlin

Eunice’ POVI sank my phone back into my pocket and made my way to the dining area once again, even though my legs felt heavier with each step. The weight of everything I had just seen lingered in the pit of my stomach.By now, Julie and my mum were done eating. My plate had been covered to prevent the food from getting too cold.Even though I didn’t have the appetite at that moment, something within me insisted. No matter how shaken I was, I knew I had to eat. Even if it was just a little, I needed strength. Food was not just nourishment right now. It was a form of grounding.My mother and Julie, though finished with their meals, hadn’t left the table. They stayed seated, watching me with quiet eyes. As soon as I sank into the chair, they both nodded at me. It felt like they already knew. Even though I hadn’t uttered a word to explain, something about my expression must have told them everything.Perhaps they had seen the video too. Or maybe they hadn’t but had come across the gist on

Tyler’s POVI know I was high on crack, with my incessant laughing and all, but that did not mean my sadness had disappeared. It didn’t mean that the pain inside me had vanished. If anything, it was sitting quietly beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to strike. And when it did, it hit with a force so heavy that no drug could numb it.That moment came after watching Eunice’s live.I knew she had blocked me on Instagram, and in fact, on all social platforms. But suddenly, I began to notice that people were tagging me in a live video she was doing. Out of curiosity, and a bit of guilt I didn’t want to admit, I clicked. The screen opened, and there she was—bold, composed, and heartbreakingly honest on camera.At first, I laughed. Loud and hollow. So loud that even my chest ached. But deep down, my heart bled. And by the time I was halfway through what she said, the laughter died. My eyes opened wide in shock, and I felt my body turn cold.Have you ever tried to take somethin