Semua Bab He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Lisa’s POVThe rain had finally stopped, but the streets of London gleamed wet under the streetlights, reflecting my fractured thoughts as I sat in my car, hands gripping the steering wheel. My shoulder throbbed beneath the bandage, a dull ache from the knife graze yesterday. But it was nothing compared to the storm in my chest. I was on my way to see Jace at the Café he asked us to meet at. Though there was a high chance he might not be there anymore.I glanced at the time again: 9.00 PM.I had mistaken the time he said for 9 PM when it was actually 8 PM. Now that I had gotten half way, I realised I left my phone at home.I sighed. Well if it turns out he've left already, does it make much of a difference?I knew for certain now that Hana sent the attacker. I remembered his voice, the way he spoke. He certainly had a Japanese accent which was fading.I was sure of it.I was almost murdered for a man I wanted nothing to do with anymore. My fingers brushed Mom’s star pendant at my n

Aaliyah’s POVIt was 2:11 PM, the clock on the wall ticked gently, and I sat in the cushioned armchair by the window, cradling Elias in my arms. My son, my tiny miracle. His blonde curls were damp with tears, his blue eyes squeezed shut as he wailed, a high, desperate sound that tugged at my heart. The room was a fragile bubble of light and quiet, the transparent walls offering a breathtaking view of New York City’s skyline—glittering towers piercing the late afternoon sky, a soft haze settling over the streets below. “Shh, my sweet boy,” I murmured softly, trembling with exhaustion but laced with love. I adjusted him against my chest, guiding him to my breast, wincing as he latched on. His tiny mouth sucked hungrily. The pain was sharp at first, a reminder of how new this all was, but it faded into a dull throb as I began to sing a lullaby.My mother used to hum it alot when I was little so it stuck to me.“Hush little baby, don’t you cry, Mama’s gonna sing you a lullaby…” My vo

Jace’s POVAfter dialling Lisa a couple of times and still couldn't reach her, I headed for my car parked a block away. The watch on my wrist read 8:40PM, and Lisa still hadn’t shown up. My gut twisted and a nagging unease gnawed at me. My mind raced with every worst-case scenario—Hana’s goons. She was a threat I couldn’t shake. I yanked open the car door, sliding into the driver’s seat and pulled out my phone again, dialing Lisa’s number for what felt like the hundredth time.“Come on, pick up,” I muttered tightly, my thumb tapping the steering wheel as the line rang—once, twice, then straight to voicemail. I ended the call, running a hand through my hairSomething was wrong. She wouldn’t just ghost me, not after that attack, not after I’d promised her answers about who was behind it.My chest tightened, a mix of worry and frustration bubbling up. I couldn’t sit here doing nothing.I scrolled through my contacts, landing on Blyke—my old mate from the tech side of Wilder Venture

Aaliyah’s POV“We're home, honey” I whispered to Elias who was snuggled in his carrier against my chest.His tiny breaths puffed against my collarbone. Orrin trailed behind, juggling the diaper bag and a stuffed giraffe that Orrin got despite telling him Elias wasn't old enough to play with it yet.The bell above the door chimed as I stepped into the penthouse and before I could take another step, Mary was barreling toward us, her apron dusted with flour and her smile wide enough to light up the whole damn place.Mary’s voice was a mix of joy and disbelief as she circled me, taking a good look at Elias.“He’s such a little angel! Congratulations, Ma'am! You’re back, and you brought the most precious cargo in the world!”I laughed, the sound bubbling up despite the exhaustion clinging to my bones from carrying Elias.“Mary, you’re gonna make me cry, and I’ve already used up my tear quota for the week.” I adjusted Elias’s carrier, his tiny hand curling around my finger. “Say hi to Aunt

Henry’s POV“I'm sorry, Smith. It just can't work.”Another client had pulled out. Their polite smiles and vague excuses did little to soften the blow. Smith Innovations was hemorrhaging, and I could feel the cracks widening beneath my feet. The conference room still smelled of stale coffee and desperation, the kind that clung to the air after a deal went south. I leaned back in my chair, my tie loosened and my head throbbing.“Mr. Smith?” My secretary, Sarah, poked her head through the door then spoke cautiously, like she knew I was one bad word away from snapping. “Your wife is here. She’s asking to see you.”I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. Aurora. The last thing I needed was her breezing in with her pretentious smile.“Tell her I’m busy. I’ll see her at home.”Sarah hesitated, her lips parting as if to argue, but before she could say anything, the door swung open, and there was Aurora, all radiant energy and calculated charm. She held a sleek lunch box in her hands