All Chapters of Marrying The Billionaire Who Healed Me: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Adrian’s POV“What?”The word escaped my lips almost involuntarily as I stared at the screen. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. People were spiraling with rage in Eunice’s comment section. Not at her—but at Tyler.“What a cheating animal!” one furious comment screamed in bold letters.“And he had the guts to cheat you out of the company you built?!”“Can you imagine?! Not after he made her lose her baby! How wicked can a man ever be?!”I kept scrolling, each comment more intense than the last. I had just finished watching her live video and, out of curiosity, decided to check the reactions. What I saw made me sigh.Heartbreak has a strange way of transforming people. It breaks them apart and then rebuilds them, sometimes into something unrecognizable. It pushes them to act in ways they normally wouldn’t. That’s what I saw in Eunice. The pain in her voice, the tremble in her hands as she spoke—I understood it. So did everyone else watching. That was why the people supported her. Th

Eunice POVWe followed Alfred into the second sitting room, our footsteps echoing faintly on the polished tiles. The atmosphere in the villa had shifted; there was a stillness that made me uneasy. As we entered the room, my eyes immediately fell on the TV screen—it was already turned on.That alone wasn’t surprising. Alfred was the butler of my home. He had access to nearly everything, including the TV, especially when it came to ensuring that my guests were well entertained in my absence. He knew the rhythm of this house better than anyone else. He was efficient, thoughtful, almost invisible in how he served—but never intrusive.But something felt off.There were no guests in the villa today. Only the employees were around. The room was empty before we stepped in. The couch cushions were still fluffed, the air undisturbed, and yet the television was on and playing at a low volume. No one had been watching. And Alfred—he had hurried to find me, insisted I come and see.My heart began

Eunice’s POVSince Tyler had become a controversy online, and the news of his death practically broke the internet, many people now knew where he lived. His name was everywhere—on blogs, in headlines, across all social platforms. Everyone had something to say. It was heartbreaking.That was why I didn’t even need to explain much to the taxi driver. I simply gave him Tyler’s name and he drove straight to his house without a second thought.But just as we got three houses away from Tyler’s place, something inside me shifted. My chest tightened.“Pull over,” I said suddenly. My voice came out sharper than I intended.“I’ll be stopping here,” I added, softer this time. I reached into my side pocket, handed him a dollar, and stepped out of the car without another word.I couldn’t go any closer. Not yet.There was a reason I got down three houses away. It wasn’t far-fetched or irrational. The police were still investigating the crime scene. They were actively questioning people who were li

Eunice POVThe Cathedral was a large church. The only one in Green City. It stood like a timeless monument, serene and solemn, where the priest—whom people affectionately referred to as Father—was believed to have the divine authority to join two souls in holy matrimony or commit the dead to eternal rest. This sacred building had seen both beginnings and endings, joy and grief, laughter and wails of mourning. Today, it would see both again.Julie and I stepped down from the car as soon as we arrived. The chauffeur, without needing instructions, drove off to the parking area while we remained at the front of the cathedral, staring at its towering entrance. There was something about standing here again after all these years that made my breath shallow.I had already explained everything to Julie during our ride. She understood the weight of the moment. She had listened with the empathy of a sister and the loyalty of a friend. This had to be done. Not for show, not for others. But for me

Adrian’s POVI stepped down in Green City after a long flight all the way from Portugal. The city air smelled new but familiar—like a place where something significant was about to happen. As much as I envisioned that my company could successfully partner with Maison Vivre, my vision for Eunice’s heart was much bigger than the vision for my company.Yet, I wouldn’t let one overshadow the other. A wise man knew how to keep both hands open—business in one, love in the other—without dropping either.That’s how you recognized a man who was truly worth everything he had, right? Business remained business, and the matters of the heart remained deeply personal. You couldn't mix the two if you truly respected both.I had already arranged for a smooth arrival. Some of my team—whose job it was to handle logistics—had prepared a befitting car for me ahead of time. Thank God for the advent of the internet. With it, distance was no barrier. Anything you needed could be done, no matter where in the