All Chapters of The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Trigger Warning:The following chapter contains sensitive content, including the loss of a pregnancy and scenes of emotional distress. This may be triggering for some readers, particularly those who have experienced similar situations. Please proceed with care, and remember to prioritize your well-being. If needed, take a break or seek support.(Serena)James will be here soon, he said he would be earlier than 9.30am.He’s bringing my phone, something clean to wear after my shower, and then we’ll leave together.I’m supposed to be discharged by nine-thirty and then head straight to Dr. Redmond’s offices for the scan.I already spoke to James briefly, before breakfast. Things felt better. I’ll be glad to get this scan done and know one way or another.But I do need the use the toilet and I’m as sore as hell after that fall. But I know I need to get moving sooner or later. May as well be now.Last night flashes through my mind. Margot’s words. That nudge as she turned, her fake voice ca

(Margot)The old hedge path behind the west wing is quiet this morning, and far enough from staff routes and cameras to be safe for a real conversation.I’ve walked it for years, mostly to gather my thoughts.Today, I walk it with Savannah.She looks better.A little color in her cheeks, her walk steady, even graceful again.Her hands are tucked into the pockets of her trench coat as we wander the gravel line of the garden’s edge.I made this garden. It’s holds many of my secrets. I miss being here. But Charles says Hale Mansion is for the working CEO of Hale Industries. So I left the home I’d built up over forty years for a condo in the city.An overblown bachelor pad really. An elite mancave I am forced to share with a man who doesn’t care for my feelings. But I don’t care what Charles cares for, frankly. He’s the man he is because of me.He’ll never make me First Lady but he’s heading to be influential in politics. James is the key to our political dynasty. One I do not intend to f

(Serena)I stand under the shower again, my hands braced on the tiled wall, letting the steam fill my lungs. Surely it’s all over now?I want the pain to stay away. The ache in my shoulder and ankle is constant, but it’s the sharp pains in my abdomen that I want to be gone.And the emptiness clawing through my chest.I pull on the robe. I hope it’s done now. I’m just standing here, letting the water drip off me. Hoping all the rest can drip off with it.It can’t.He’s gone.My second baby boy is gone.James I late. Probably caught in traffic. Probably didn’t think about that.I lost him. Alone.I hear the knock on the bathroom door, firm but not urgent. Then his voice.“Serena? I’ve got your clothes. You okay? Sorry I’m late but we can still make the scan.”I unlock the door and pull it open.He takes one look at my face and frowns. “Serena... what’s wrong?”I don’t answer at first. I take the towel and hobble to sit on the edge of the closed toilet lid, legs trembling under me.“Ther

(Serena)The east wing office is my safe place.A place where the walls don’t talk. And more importantly, where no one listens.We sit facing each other across the desk. I can feel the air move between us. I want to talk about it. I want to be able to share my grief with him.I just don’t know how and where to start. I don’t want him to think if I do, that everything between us is magically fixed.We slept separately last night, the first time we have ever done that if he wasn’t away on business. The void feels impossible right now. The void filled with everything I need to say and can’t spit out.I finally ask, “where is he?”James frowns. “Who?”“The baby,” I can’t bring myself to call him little Champ. I know I have to say goodbye to him too. “Savannah’s baby. I haven’t seen him since before the dinner party. Is he okay?”His shoulders ease just a little. “Yes. The nanny and Savannah has him out with the stroller with the care team and security.”I nod. “Savannah?”“Yes. She’s try

(Serena)I wake to the dull reminder of my physical injuries. Not actual pain.At least, not the kind of pain that makes you grit your teeth and hold your breath.My body still aches, my broken collar bone is painful, my sprained ankle is sore, a dressing over the cut on my forehead will be removed and the stitches checked later today.I have to take it easy with the break and the sprain. I’m not feeling I want to be here at all.But James was right about us needing that purge yesterday. Once before I would’ve felt refreshed and ready to fight for us again. But this time… I still love him, but I’m tired of fighting on my own for this marriage.I’m not saying it’s over. But I need so much more from him. I especially need him to see through the manipulations of his mother and his ex. I think deep down he knows, he has to know.But he chooses to let it happen because maybe deep down he wants the life they want for him too. I need him to make that choice once and for all. But I also under