All Chapters of He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!: Chapter 171 - Chapter 179

Aaliyah’s POVThose last words from Orrin felt like a blade pierced through my heart.That was it. That was the moment I finally understood. Nothing I said now would matter. Talking to him wasn’t going to bring his memories back, and Annabelle sure wasn’t going to confess just because I demanded it. I stood there, bleeding and trembling with my chest rising and falling so fast I thought I would choke.The pain in my elbow throbbed but it was quickly overshadowed by the pain in my chest. How was I supposed to fight for him when he looked at me like a stranger, when he called her his wife?The sound of heavy footsteps snapped me out of my thoughts. The estate guard who had followed me here in my car, barged in at last, probably because I had been taking too long. His eyes widened immediately as they fell on me, on the blood streaming down my arm. He froze, then shifted his gaze to Orrin and Annabelle, who stood several feet away from me as if I were some plague they couldn’t risk cat

Aaliyah’s POV I heard footsteps approach the door. Each one felt like it was crushing against my chest, heavier, louder, until my heart was no longer beating at a normal pace but pounding like a drum. My palms grew damp and I pressed them against the sides of my dress, trying to calm myself, but it was no use. I could hear my own breathing in my ears.The lock clicked, and then the door finally opened.His eyes met mine.I froze. Just like that, every word I had rehearsed in my head vanished. He stood there, taller than I remembered, his frame filling the doorway. His eyes darkened almost immediately when recognition hit—or maybe not recognition, just annoyance. His brows pulled together in a frown.“What are you doing here?” His voice was firm, guarded, the kind of tone meant to chase someone away.I forced a smile, though my lips trembled. “I came to apologize for earlier.”His gaze didn’t soften. If anything, it grew sharper, like he didn’t believe me for a second. But after a m

Aaliyah’s POVI didn’t know what to feel or even what to say. My throat was tight, my mind racing with thoughts that only made my chest heavier. Should I tell him everything, spill it all out once and for all? Or should I hold on just a little longer, afraid that if I told him too much, he’d push me away again?He must have seen something in my face because he gave a small nod, almost as if to dismiss the moment. “Forget it,” he muttered. “I’m probably just being paranoid.”My heart sank.He turned slightly toward the table, his voice calmer now. “Just… enjoy your meal. I’ll leave you to it.” He started walking away.“Screw it,” I whispered under my breath, before my courage could fail me.I reached out quickly and grabbed his hand. His steps faltered. He looked down at my hand holding his, then back at my face, confusion in his eyes.“Should I tell you why?” I blurted. “Should I tell you who it is you don’t remember?”His body stilled. Slowly, he turned fully to me, his brows draw

Aaliyah’s POV I almost couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Just moments ago, I had been sitting alone in the living room, staring at nothing with my fingers brushing against my lips where his mouth had touched me earlier. I’d replayed it in my head a hundred times already, wondering if I was foolish, wondering if maybe I had imagined the way his chest had tightened against mine. And now… now he was here. At my door. His tall figure filled the doorway, his eyes locked on mine. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Then his voice came, deep, steady, and desperate. “Take me to a hospital. Like you asked before. Please. I want my real memories back.” My heart jumped violently. My lips parted. “What?” I whispered, almost afraid I hadn’t heard him right. He didn’t waver. His jaw tightened, and he repeated the words slowly. “I said take me to a hospital. I need my real memories back. There’s no time.” No time. His urgency pulled me back into motion. My chest rose and fell quickly,