All Chapters of The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

(Serena)The automatic doors push me into the cold, and I don’t look back.The hospital is behind me. James is behind me. My life is ahead.A taxi pulls up at the rank.I climb in, give the driver the airport name, and sit in silence while the car moves through Ivalo’s streets.My breath clouds against the window.My chest still feels split open from what he said, I know where I stand now.If he wants me happy, I’ll give him exactly that.At the airport, I book the first flight south. There’s a late departure to Paris where I need to go first. My talk. Sabine. Vivian.The network I want I’d nurture.I check find a quiet corner near a charging station.My phone buzzes as soon as it hits full signal. Messages pour in. Ones from while we were in the storm… but I push them aside.There are only a few people I need to reach right now.My family to let them know I am okay. I send a text to Mom saying I’ll call later.Then I call Sabine.She picks up fast, her voice bright and precise. “Sere

(Margot)The hotel suite is too quiet.I told Sven I’d meet him at the hotel bar, but I’m doing no such thing.I’m not in the mood for anyone that rustic right now. I want to make plans. But my head seems destined to be full of what-ifs and maybes.The type of thoughts I hate.My reflection in the window is faint, distorted… hair askew, eyeliner smudged, lips pressed thin. I barely recognize myself.Serena’s words won’t leave me.If you’re looking to assign blame, Margot, try a mirror.I’ve survived worse insults.I’ve endured whispered scandals, the cutting judgments of other society wives.But Serena’s words… they pierced. Not because they were clever, but because they were true.For one damning moment in that sterile hospital corridor, I wasn’t the queen of the Hale family, orchestrator of legacies. I was simply a mother who had failed.I am a mother who has failed.And James nearly died for it.I sit, wineglass in hand, replaying the image of him pale against white sheets, lips cr

(James)The car rolls through the gates and Hale Mansion lights itself up.Facades washing gold, path lights in sequence, the front door will open before we’ve even stopped. The house recognizes my license plate, logs my arrival, and will alert the staff to my arrival.It’s all clockwork. All the same as it ever was.The only difference is how I feel about it all now.I feel like a trespasser here. Like a visitor in this life that used to be mine. I can never go back to being that person. I could have dies in the plane, in the snow. I need to organize getting Pete back home and see if I can find his family and friends.There has to be someone. Someone I can say I’m sorry too for Pete making the ultimate sacrifice, for me.Why would anyone do that?My doorman opens the rear door and offers an arm I don’t take.I use the crutch instead, the aluminum bite familiar under my palm, the other hand braced on the leather seat until the ground steadies. I’m okay just stood up a little too fast.

(Serena)The streets of Paris hum in a way that feels alive.I’m so pleased to be back here and with the people I love the most.Well, Wes and Ronan are doing men stuff with Claude. We saved them the torture of shopping with Haylee, Erin, Marcy and me.I’ve zipped into every bakery I’ve seen and the others have been shopping like there’s no tomorrow.I’ve treated my sisters to my credit card to choose some classic fashion. But they have wildy different tastes so we have traipsed from emo punk rocker to Disney princess inspired fashions.Haylee links her arm through mine as Erin and Marcy walk a step ahead, their eyes darting everywhere at once, wide as saucers.If I never get anything else from my success, seeing my younger sisters like this will always be enough.Gaining wealth is one thing, sharing it with people who expect nothing is quite another.It’s never far from my mind that the largest portion of this wealth came from James.From a settlement for a pending divorce, both of w

(James)Maybe I could just be with Savannah.The thought arrives quiet but insistent, like a cold air sneaking under a door.I don’t shove it away. I let it linger. Maybe I could love her without being in love with her.Because the truth, when I peel it bare, is that I can’t be what Serena needs.Not with the way my world is built. I’ll never give her the constancy she deserves. Not the softness.Not the undivided loyalty she asks for when everything in me has been trained to divide myself between duty, power, legacy.But maybe I don’t have to do all that with Savannah.She knows what it’s like to live in the shadows of Hale expectations.She understands appearances, obligation, politics. She wouldn’t demand all the emotions I can’t give—she never did.For her, it was always about being Mrs. Hale, the picture, the place, the crown.If that’s what she wants, maybe I can give it. Maybe just being with someone to help fill the emptiness wouldn’t be so bad.The loneliness gnaws at me when