Lahat ng Kabanata ng Broken Vows: A Billionaire's Secret: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

CHAPTER 62 FYNN'S POV "Where are you off to?" My wife, who'd just stirred awake, watched me with half-sleepy eyes that were also laced with curiosity. "What do you mean, 'where am I off to?' What? Am I not allowed to leave the house I pay for anymore?" A little irritated, my words had some bite in them. She rubbed her palms over her eyes and let out a huge yawn after trying to stifle it to no avail. "No one said you can't leave, Fynn. It's just... I mean, it's weekend, and you don't go to the office unless it's really important, and even those times are rare." She was right. Still, I didn't want to answer her. My relationship with her these days was complicated. Our marriage now felt like a 'just on paper' commitment. Seriously, even if I hadn't ended up with Zyliah, Sabrina should have been the last person to replace her. She was useless as a wife. Even as a woman. All she knew was partying and shopping. She basically thought giving me sex at the end of each day I returned fr

CHAPTER 64ZYLIAH’S POVEverything they had been narrating to me sounded like a life I couldn't remember living, and to a very large extent, it was true. I couldn't remember living such a life.Plus, a one-night stand? I wasn't that kind of girl. I didn't even have the confidence to engage in such, and here were my best friends telling me I had a one-night stand with that tough-looking guy at the hospital and gave birth to twin boys he didn't know about until recently.I was currently watching a video of these two energetic boys playing. They were cute and had identical sweet smiles. Still, I couldn't feel any connection.I handed Delia back her phone. I didn't even know my hand was trembling until Delia held it. I couldn't control the quivering of my body. Maybe it was fear. Panic. Nerves. Doubt. Shock. I had no idea. "I...I...I don't know what t-to say," I said after a short while of silence. I glanced over at Natalie. "I'm sorry about Jordan."A small smile appeared. "It's okay."

CHAPTER 66 VICTORIA’S POV "Where do you want me to go, Anthony?" Disbelief, fear, and anger all mixed violently within me, clawing for dominance. "Wherever you like, Victoria," he replied, his face twisted in barely contained fury. "I'd like to take my leave, sir," the bitch responsible for all of this said as she stood, shifting uncomfortably under the weight of the scene she'd created. I’d deal with her—later, not now. But for causing this havoc, she would most certainly hear from me. Anthony allowed her to leave, thanking her curtly and promising to see her later. She shook her head. "I didn't do it for any reward. I just wanted to clear my conscience. Zyliah was a good boss to me. She didn't deserve any of that." Remorse was etched plainly in her eyes. "Yes, I know. Still, I appreciate you for helping me realize the truth that has been nagging at me for quite some time now.” "I heard she's back in the country, although I had no idea she'd even left in the first p

CHAPTER 68ZYLIAH’S POV"I don't know why we have to go there; I don't want to go," I whined endlessly, dragging out the words as Natalie and Delia rummaged through my closet for something to wear to this supposed occasion."Why?" Natalie was just this close to losing it with me, but I knew she wouldn’t—and if she did, she’d feel guilty afterwards.I shrugged. "I just don’t want to go. You two can go, and I’ll call Fynn to come over, and we’ll just chill.”Delia angrily flung a chiffon blouse in my direction, and it landed right beside me. "One more word about Fynn, and I'll fucking strangle you with that blouse.""Why?" I lashed back, feeling offended at how much they would disregard Fynn. "You both know I’m in a relationship with him, so why shouldn’t I talk about him?”"This one will perfectly fit, at least until we can take her shopping." Natalie produced a simple pastel-colored dress with double thin straps.Delia swallowed her own argument and examined the dress with the keen, p

CHAPTER 70 ZYLIAH’S POV It didn’t just resound—it stung, badly. My eyes watered as I held my burning cheek. Claire was just like my stepsister—Sabrina. “W-why did you do that?” "You're a leech. An inconvenience I never asked for. You’re taking my spot!” Tears rolled down. “I...I’m not even taking anything.” God, she was vicious. I hated people like that. "Not taking anything?" She jabbed a finger at me, her face twisted. “Then why didn’t you say no when Grandma Charlotte asked you to see her company? Why did you accept the flowers that were supposed to be mine?” She paced, her breath heaving. “Why did you accept the lunch invitation?!” With every question, her tone rose higher, climbing in furious crescendos. My head went blank. I didn’t even know how to respond, so I just stood there, feeling foolish as I rubbed my stinging cheek while battling tears. Claire hurled insults at me, calling me every derogatory name in her vocabulary—and there were many, all sharp and hurtful.