All Chapters of Broken Vows: A Billionaire's Secret: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 82SAYGE'S POVI stared at the wedding invitation card with a myriad of emotions. I was feeling so many things at the same time. She was getting married to him? This was it? My heart ached in ways I didn't want it to. Anger was also in the mix. "I think at this point, we should just let her be." Grandma Charlotte uttered her disappointment and sadness. Their eyes were on me, waiting for my reaction. To see what I'd do. "That's an idea." Dad agreed. Anger grew to fury. And the hurt increased to the level of choking pain. Saying nothing, I dropped the card on the table and walked out."Where are you going?" My grandmother wanted to know.But I didn't respond, not because I wanted to ignore her. But because I couldn't open my mouth in that moment. I didn't know what would come from saying anything to my grandmother.I continued my way to the entrance, opting for a drive anywhere. "Hey, Sayge." Claire reached out a hand to me.I sidestepped her, barely seeing her. "Sayge, wh

CHAPTER 84 ZYLIAH'S POV I stood before the mirror, giving my reflection a once-over. The white wedding dress fits me perfectly. If wedding dresses alone could determine how happy and radiant a bride should be, then I was immensely both. My thoughts took an opposite turn as my eyes studied my face in the mirror. Lurking in the depths were doubts and sadness. And confusion stemming from not knowing why I had doubts and felt sadness. It's been a little over a month since Sayge had visited my office. He didn't make any attempt to reach me; his words resounded in my head, and no matter how hard I tried to forget them, they stuck. My memory wasn't making any headway. Delia and Natalie had stopped calling, and they didn't pick up mine when I did. It was obviously payback for ignoring them for two months. Payback and disappointment. They were disappointed in me and had decided to keep away. I had no other friends to represent me today; it was pitiful. I had to tell my secretary,

CHAPTER 86SAYGE’S POVI didn't go to work today; I had to stay back and be with my kids. But I was currently in my office, working on a very important project, and I had specifically asked not to be disturbed.The kids were fine with the buckets of ice cream and the new toys that arrived two days ago. They were a small but welcome distraction.They had seen the toys online and, of course, begged me to buy them. I knew I was overindulging them, but they were my kids. I couldn't say no—I didn’t have the heart to break theirs.So I’d ordered them. They were the latest action figurines, made in Germany by a well-known German toy company. The owner of that company is a close acquaintance of my dad, and because of that, they arrived in just two days instead of the usual one to two weeks for international delivery.I bought them for a reason: to keep the boys thoroughly occupied until I finished in here.A knock sounded. I hate being disturbed when I’m working—that’s why I usually keep the

CHAPTER 88ZYLIAH’S POVI played games with all four of them until nightfall, and only then did I realize Jordan and his brother, Lucas, still hadn’t left.We had dinner, and conversation bubbled around the table, but I wasn’t an active participant. I sat as more of a listener, suddenly too nervous to join in, my ears catching only fragments while my mind drifted.Fynn was married? How could he do this to me?! I thought we had something real between us, something worth holding onto, and discovering he had lied left me even more confused and shattered.And maybe I deserved what had happened to me. Everyone around me had warned me, but I refused to believe, stubbornly clinging to my illusions. Even Dad had been part of the deception. My vision blurred as I struggled with my cutlery, frustration building until it trembled through my hands.Why couldn’t I remember?! It was the only way to end this chaos, the only path back to who I had been before the accident. I had a feeling things migh

CHAPTER 90ZYLIAH’S POVNerves had me in a tight grip. I couldn’t help but fiddle my thumbs against each other, rubbing the knuckles until they ached.Delia had just driven in through the gigantic gate. Natalie was sitting in the passenger seat, while I occupied the back seat, tucked in the corner.Once every while, they would both throw a glance back or catch my gaze through the rearview mirror, offering small, steadying looks."Stop being so nervous, Zee. You’ll crash under all those nerves,” Natalie spoke up gently, trying to tease a smile out of me.Delia drove straight for the visitors’ garage. There were the guys in black suits on alert, watching our car as we rolled in."I'm bound to be nervous. I can’t remember anything yet, and I’m to meet this nice family who I had treated so unkindly months back.” When I answered, my tone was unusually sharp and tight. Nerves could do that to anyone, or maybe it was just me, a breath snagging in my throat."No one said you shouldn’t be, but