Semua Bab Marrying The Billionaire Who Healed Me: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Lola’s POVI sat in the living room, my leg crossed upon the other. I poured myself a glass of champagne. What is life without victory? What is life when you cannot take matters into your own hands?The old devil opened the eyes of the fool to see the truth, and you expect that I wouldn’t consult the right pharmacy to give me the best poison and add it to her food? Of course, I would. It was only a matter of time before the truth unraveled, and I had to take action before it destroyed everything I had built.When Tyler asked me why Jasmine’s body tone was different from his, when her eyes were of different colors, I figured it wouldn’t take long before the big cat in the bag revealed itself. And I couldn’t allow that—not after everything I had done.I was a woman who had had to go through hell to get here. I even made sure Tyler ended his marriage with his ex-wife. And you think I would sit back and allow a dying mother to break my marriage?! Never.So, that day, as Tyler left to get

Tyler’s POVI carried my mother’s dead body into the coffin myself. I didn’t let no one else do this. She was my mother—the one who gave birth to me, breastfed me, raised me into a man. And even now, as she lay cold and lifeless, how could I not adore her? How could I let anyone else touch her now, in her final moments on earth?Today was the day she was going to be buried. Our culture didn’t allow the dead to be left unburied beyond three days. We believed that anyone who wasn’t laid to rest within that time was either a wicked person that their family had abandoned—or someone so lonely, with no one left to care for them, not even in death.In such cases, the government would step in. They would take over the burial process within a week and lay the person to rest along with others who had no one left. It was done appropriately, of course, but without intimacy. Without meaning.I didn’t want that for my mother.After all the motherly love she had shown me? After all she sacrificed to

Lola’s POVI didn’t know Tyler could be that much of a child. A child that crumbles at the loss of his mother. Even after many hours had passed since the burial had been completed, just because the news stations picked up the story and aired it, he broke down crying again?He cradled up to the wall and buried his head into his knees. He cried like a fucking baby who had been abandoned by everyone and couldn’t imagine what his life would turn out to be from now on.But the real truth remained: if he had loved his mother so much—so deeply that her death broke him this way—then why did he continue to let her hate me while she was alive?Why didn’t he ever put her in her place? When she started suspecting that Jasmine had some uniqueness—some traits different from either of us—why didn’t he say something to calm her down or correct her assumptions?Didn’t he know that the instinct of a woman to protect her child, to protect herself, can sometimes spiral into something worse?I said nothin

Tyler’s POVI arrived back at home, and the anger from the nonsense Dr. Joel told me was still sitting hard on my face. The drive hadn’t helped. My mind was a storm.How could he come up with something as ridiculous as that? What kind of doctor even says things like that without proof?As I opened the front door, the weight of my thoughts still dragging behind me, the first person to run with her little legs and open her tiny hands to hug my leg—right at her height level—was my little Jasmine.The moment I carried her up to my chest and played with her nose as I always did, something shifted. I didn’t know what happened, but I knew I was not feeling that level of anger again.Seeing my baby’s face always brought me some kind of solace—even in the midst of tension. It was like a balm I never knew I needed. And then it just hit me. I realized that I had been away from my family emotionally since burying my mother. Not physically, but something inside me had checked out.With that though

Lola’s POVA week had passed, and I still couldn’t shake off what Tyler told me Dr. Joel had said.Though Tyler didn’t believe it—not yet, anyway—what he didn’t realize was that the seed had already been planted. Whether he liked it or not, sooner or later, it would take root. And once it did, it would grow. Slowly, steadily, he’d start noticing more and more flaws in my Jasmine.I can’t allow that.I can’t stand by and let some prick in a white lab coat unravel everything I’ve worked so hard to build. I’ve come too far. And I sure as hell won’t let a foolish, naive husband like Tyler destroy everything I’ve clawed my way through just to reach this point.This was why I had to act—fast. Because if I didn’t, there would be fire on the mountain. And when that fire came, it wouldn’t just scorch the surface—it would consume me and my daughter, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.So, I made a move.The moment Tyler left for work, I dashed down the street to see Bianca. She had a