Semua Bab He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Lisa’s POVAfter that breakfast with Jace, I didn’t see or hear from him again for the next two days. His mischievous grin, his crazy idea to fake-date to make Kaito jealous—it all faded as I threw myself into my vacation I came here for. I didn’t check on him either, didn’t knock on room 405, didn’t care if he was still around. My heart was bruised enough without adding his player vibe to the mix.Those two days were a blur of self-care and distraction. I wandered Lisbon’s cobblestone streets, the sun warm on my skin, the Tagus River glinting under Alfama’s colorful buildings. I sipped espresso at tiny cafés, nibbled pastéis de nata, their custard sweet and flaky, and browsed markets, buying a woven bracelet I didn’t need. I swam in the hotel pool—carefully this time—letting the water wash away all the stress. At night, I read on my balcony, the city’s hum soothing and a glass of vinho verde in hand. I avoided my phone the whole time I was there, ignoring the world and focusing

Aaliyah’s POVSilk sheets clung to my skin as I jolted awake. I’d fallen asleep in Orrin’s room last night, curled on his bed and with tears soaking his pillow. Orrin must’ve carried me here, his hands gentle despite the chasm I’d carved between us with my lies and my betrayal. I stumbled out of bed with my oversized sweater and my hair a mess. The penthouse was silent, no jazz, no clink of Orrin’s coffee mug. My chest ached. He's gone. He comes and goes without even sparing me a sight of him these days.I padded to the kitchen, hoping he was there, but it was empty, save for covered dishes on the counter, steam curling from beneath the lids. The scent of ginger tea hit me, and I frowned, spotting Mary, our housekeeper, polishing a glass with her gray bun tight and her smile soft.“Mary, what’s all this?” I asked, gesturing to the dishes. “I didn’t ask for breakfast.”She paused, her eyes warm. “I didn't prepare them Ma'am. Mr. Orrin made it before he left for the office. Said it’

Orrin’s POVThe rain battered the windshield of the car as we sped through London’s streets. The sky was gray and everything that came into sight appeared blurry.Aaliyah’s screams pierced the air, each one a knife twisting in my chest. Her hands gripped mine tightly, her nails digging into my skin.Her face contorted in pain as she clutched her belly. My shirt was soaked—rain, her blood, her tears, all mixing into a mess.“Faster Paul!” I yelled even though I knew he couldn't go any faster than he already was. The rain made it impossible.“Hold on, firecracker,” I whispered, my voice shaking despite my effort to stay steady. “We’re almost there. You’re going to be fine. I promise.” Her water had broken in my office, her dress was still soaked and her body trembled as I carried her through the storm. The memory of her collapsing into my arms replayed on a loop, her desperate sobs, her confession and the blood trickling down her forehead from the crash she’d barely acknowledged. My

Lisa’s POVWhen Orrin stepped out of Aaliyah’s room with his face raw with emotion but softened by something I hadn’t seen in him since that night I told him the truth—love, unguarded—I knew she was okay. His eyes met mine, and he nodded, a silent permission to take his place at her side.“She’s sleepy but I know just seeing her would relieve you alot more.”My heart clenched, guilt and relief warring in my chest as I stood. I’d failed Aaliyah so badly—our fight, my harsh words, the way I’d shut her out when she was drowning in her own fear and pain. The memory of her tear-streaked face haunted me. I’d been too wrapped up in my own drama—Kaito’s betrayal, the chaos of my life—to see how much she needed me. I had to make things right again.I pushed through the ward doors, my heels clicking softly on the linoleum and the antiseptic smell hitting me. Aaliyah’s room was quiet, the only sound was the faint hum of monitors and her slow, even breaths. She was half-asleep, propped up i

Lisa’s POVThe hospital’s antiseptic smell stung my nose as I pushed through the heavy doors to Aaliyah’s ward.My shoulder throbbed beneath the bandage Jace had insisted on at a clinic. Three days since Aaliyah gave birth to Elias, and I was a wreck—blood staining my clothes and my heart pounding from the memory of that knife at my neck.Jace’s words haunted me: “I know who sent them.” Why would he drop such a hint and proceed to refuse to tell me till he's confirmed it?Who would want to hurt me? someone jealous? I haven't crossed anybody for a while—Oh.Hana. It had to be her, Kaito’s wife. But why attack me? I don't even speak with Kaito anymore. I sighed as confusion set in.The room was quiet, the soft beep of monitors was a steady pulse against the hum of fluorescent lights. Aaliyah sat propped up in bed, her curls loose around her shoulders, her face now brighter and a faint glow of new motherhood softening her features. A half-eaten tray of hospital food sat on the tab