All Chapters of The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Honestly, Emily, you are messing up your life," Val said with a disappointed face.They were sitting quietly somewhere in the hospital, away from the others. The sun had come up, but the day didn’t feel bright. It was a new day, yet Denovon hadn’t woken up. The night had dragged on slowly, heavy with silence and fear. They had all taken turns staying in the room with Denovon, watching, waiting, praying. But Val had noticed something—Emily’s strange behavior. Her quietness. The way she sat with guilt on her face like a heavy mask. So Val had called her out, asked her to step aside and talk.Emily had told her the truth. What had happened between her and Denovon before the accident. The fight. The words. Her regrets.Val couldn’t keep calm after hearing it."And honestly again, if I knew you would still be holding up to your past like this, I wouldn't have allowed you to get involved with Denovon," Val said with a strong voice. "You can't be this damaged and be damaging someone else’s

“Stop crying,” Denovon said, his voice weak but firm as he reached out his hand toward her.Emily remained squatted beside the hospital bed, her shoulders trembling as quiet sobs racked through her body. Her heart was drowning in guilt and shame. She had prepared herself for the worst—that he would wake up angry, cold, and distant. She had braced herself to be pushed away, blamed, or ignored.But here he was… telling her to stop crying.“I’m not dead yet, am I?” Denovon gave a soft sigh, watching her through tired eyes. “You’re acting like you lost me already.”Emily’s sobs softened, but the tears wouldn’t stop. “I’m sorry…” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry for what I said that day. I didn’t mean it… I wasn’t thinking straight. I wasn’t emotionally stable but… I never wanted you to get hurt.”“Shhhh,” Denovon cut in gently, his fingers brushing over her trembling hand. “I said it’s okay.”He looked pale, weak… but his eyes were calm, understanding. Not cold. Not accusi

"Get me out of here!" Julie screamed at the top of her lungs.Her voice echoed through the wide hallway of the mental asylum. Her throat hurt from shouting, but she didn’t stop. She had been doing this since morning, maybe even before that. She had lost count of time."I don’t belong here!" she cried, her face flushed and wet with tears. Her fists slammed against the small open space of the iron door window, again and again.Her eyes were swollen now, her hair a tangled mess. Her usually polished face was stripped of makeup and dignity. She looked like a mess and not just outside.She was breaking."I’m not one of them!" she yelled, her voice hoarse now. "I’m not mad! I’m not crazy!"She didn’t know how she ended up here. Just three days ago, she was at the police station. She remembered sitting calmly, waiting to be questioned. Then men in uniforms showed up.She thought they were from the police. But something felt off.Before she could ask questions, they blindfolded her and dragge

Amelia finally stepped out of her room, together with Emily and Val. They had been in her room, making plans on how to advertise her wig business or put it into promotion without her family knowing.Even while they talked, Amelia couldn’t ignore the heaviness in her chest. She was fully aware that Zayne was just downstairs.That kiss…It had brought back the feelings she had been trying so hard to bury. Feelings she wanted to let go of. Why did he still have such a strong effect on her? She hated herself for it.Worse, she hated that she couldn’t stop thinking about it.As they stepped into the hallway, Mason’s voice pulled them back to the present."Finally you guys are out," he said, already walking towards them. His eyes were on Val.Without hesitation, he reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer to him. They stood like that, staring at each other as if it had been years since they last met.Well, for Mason, it really felt that way. Ever since Denovon’s accident, they hadn

Carter’s Industry"Sis, what are you doing here?" Evelyn asked the moment she saw Emily walking into the building. She smiled widely as if she was genuinely happy to see her."Are you here to see Dad?" she added, walking towards Emily joyfully.But Emily didn’t even look at her.She walked past Evelyn without slowing her steps.It was as if she didn’t hear her.As if Evelyn didn’t exist.She wasn’t here for greetings or fake smiles.She was here for serious business.Evelyn stood awkwardly in place, her hand frozen in the air where she had hoped to hold Emily’s. She looked around, realizing that people in the lobby had seen the whole thing.She bit down on her inner lip, trying to control the anger that boiled inside her. She hated being ignored. Especially in public.Still, she wasn’t ready to give up."Sis, no matter what, please calm down. Our dad is not getting any younger," Evelyn said, raising her voice so people nearby would hear and think she was the mature one.Emily scoffed.