All Chapters of Marrying The Billionaire Who Healed Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Tyler’s POVLola opened the door after much of a struggle from me. Earlier on, when I stepped beyond the staircase board at the front of our front door, I inserted the key and saw that no matter how much I turned the key, the door wouldn’t open.“Aggh!” I sounded frustrated.This was one of the things I hated most in my life. Knowing fully well that there was obviously no reason Lola would have locked the door from the inside with the swing lock, I thought the lock was broken—especially since it had happened before.But not when I was with Lola. Eunice and I were still married at that point in time.So tonight, when the same issue seemed to occur—on a night when I was tired and not particularly happy—I assumed the worst. “Couldn’t this key just work?”I placed my thumb on the fingerprint sensor on the door. This was another method we used to unlock it, though not frequently, as it was so fragile that careless use could break it very easily.So, we only resorted to using it during deli

Tyler’s POVThe thing is, you can never find the perfect person. It’s either the person you found was beautiful in all ways, but when it came to her face, you had to convince yourself each morning that she was beautiful—especially when the first thing you saw was her horrible face staring back at you on the pillow.Or, she was beautiful inside and out, even her face was flawless—but she nagged so much, it left you mentally exhausted.That was me, right about now.Lola was beautiful. Sexy. I mean, her body was what made me start imagining all kinds of things about her from the start. But seriously, she nagged. A lot. And there was nothing I could do about it. She was my wife. The mother of my only child. So, I told myself I had to deal with it.This evening felt off, though.I followed her behind the kitchen counter, quietly observing her as she opened the fridge and brought out the coffee. Her movements were deliberate, almost too calculated.Coffee was naturally bitter. Most of us sw

Lola’s POV I arrived at the hospital almost as quickly as the paramedics. I had carried Jasmine out the moment they left. I rushed into Tyler’s car. My hands were trembling, but I moved with purpose.I had noticed Tyler had left his car key on the kitchen counter. Knowing full well that his black sedan was faster than mine, I had grabbed it without a second thought. I drove out of the driveway like a woman possessed, my eyes locked on the flashing lights of the paramedics’ van ahead.As we pulled into the hospital, I felt a sudden wave of relief. At least it wasn’t Dr. Joel’s hospital. That man already hated me, and worse, he knew—or strongly suspected—that I had poisoned Tyler’s mother. The last thing I needed was to have him as Tyler’s doctor now. How could I possibly defend myself if he was the one in charge?“Please wait right here, ma’am. We will get back to you,” a nurse said firmly, blocking my path as a doctor followed the paramedics who were wheeling Tyler in on a stretcher f

Lola’s POV I turned the doorknob slowly and gently with one hand, while Jasmine slept peacefully in my other arm.As I walked through the door and stepped inside, I saw him open his eyes as though he had been expecting us all along.“Hey,” he said, his voice laced with pain, each word sounding like it hurt to speak.I walked straight to the side of his bed and sat down. “Hey,” I greeted back, forcing a feigned smile onto my face as I reached for his hand—like a devoted, peaceful wife who didn’t want to lose the man she loved.If tonight had played out in the distant future, under more natural circumstances—say, the poison took effect and he just slept and never woke up—wouldn’t I have been the happiest woman on earth? So happy, in fact, that if the Guinness Book of Records didn’t recognize it, it would have been a crime.“How are you?” I asked, pulling myself out of the swirling thoughts in my head. I gently caressed the back of his hand with my thumb, soft and slow.“We were worried

Eunice’s POVI was still deep in thought, trying to piece together the possibility of Dr. Joel’s murder—or if he had truly taken his own life—when my phone suddenly rang, snapping me back to the present.Even though I wasn’t in Green City anymore, I was in Jamaica. Thankfully, I had the foresight to activate the roaming network on both my phone and SIM before leaving. I knew there was a chance I might need to receive urgent calls from board members—calls I couldn’t afford to miss, no matter where I was.I squinted at the screen, moving my gaze to the top where it displayed the caller's ID. Then I exhaled sharply.Blackson.My mind instantly recalled the last conversation we had before I traveled. He had promised to get back to me after visiting Philadelphia, where he intended to uncover the truth about Lola’s past arrest.Even though a heavy weight still sat on my chest because of the disturbing possibility surrounding Dr. Joel, I couldn’t ignore how critical it was to expose Lola too