Semua Bab The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me: Bab 31 - Bab 40

(Serena)I don’t go home. I can’t be alone now.Stewing over everything the last twenty-four hours has brought. God, this whole week… I need to get it all out. Talk it through. Try and find a direction that makes sense for me.The mansion is probably still in cleanup mode anyway. I don’t need to watch the staff trying to look non-judgy. I don’t need to be alone with all of that right now.It’s probably already plastered all over the internet. Serena Hale Has Mental Breakdown.Margot Hale Says Serena will Never Be What We Need.James Hale With Ex While She Has Her Baby.They’ll have a field day if they get wind of any of this.I ask the driver to drop me at Haylee’s. I send James a text letting him know. I’m sure he cares enough to want to know. If he goes home and I’m not there… Well, probably serves him right.But it’s just best I let him know.Haylee opens the door, takes one look at me, and says, “wine is what you need, or coffee… but I’m guessing you want herbal tea?”“Correct.

(Serena)I come back to a mansion that feels more like a showroom than a home.I want a home. And I’m going to make it a home. Starting today. No more living in a place that isn’t warm and inviting. That doesn’t welcome me.My parents say they don’t feel comfortable here. They think I feel like I don’t belong in my own home. I need to belong here. But not the way Margot wants me to belong. Not to just fit her predetermined script.I use my thumbprint to release the door.There’s no sound. No echo of staff cleaning up broken crystal. No trace of the wreckage I left behind.Just the stillness of expensive surfaces and staged perfection. And a lot more empty spaces than there used to be. Good.But it’s like nothing happened. It’s unsettling how easy it is to erase emotions. Now this space feels bland, hollow, devoid.Haylee’s place, by contrast, is full of emotion.Life. Color. Snacks in mismatched bowls. Laughter that doesn’t feel forced. Sitting with her grounded me. Gave me enough

(James)I get back to Savannah’s bedside.Her hand is trembling as she grips mine, but I keep my touch steady.A contraction hits her and she cries out. She never could handle pain. I think the thought of going through this was the reason she never wanted kids. But the epidural was meant to take all of this pain away.Her breathing is ragged, eyes darting wildly across the monitors as alarms begin to chirp more urgently. “James, what’s happening? I don’t understand…”“Why is she still in pain?” I ask to the nurse at her bedside. “The block should’ve kicked in by now, shouldn’t it?”The nurse doesn’t flinch. “It’s not working. We’re prepping for general anesthesia. There’s no time to wait for another epidural to kick in. We need to move quickly—her blood pressure’s climbing, and the baby’s not tolerating labor well.”“General anesthesia?”“Yes, and you can’t be in with her. We’ll let you know when she’s coming into recovery.”Savannah looks up at me, eyes glassy. “James… don’t leave m

(Serena)My hands won’t stop shaking no matter how tightly I grip the edge of the mattress.Every time someone brushes past the curtain, my heart jumps, hoping it’s James. Dreading it might be James.When the curtain rips open without warning, my heart jumps right into my throat.It’s him.James.His jaw is tight. His eyes are wild. His hair’s a mess and his dress shirt is half untucked. Has he just helped deliver Savannah baby with her? I have no clue.He rips the curtain closed again and closes the small gap to the gurney quickly, his voice is an urgent whisper, “did you know you’re pregnant? You know, don’t you?”I blink up at him, blood draining from my face. The doctor got to him first.“Yes,” I whisper. “I know.”“You knew.” He repeats it like I just told him I keyed his favorite sports car. “And you didn’t tell me?”He hates me and he hates that I’m having his baby. I can tell. “I was going to—”“When Serena?” His voice becomes a low growl, low but deadly. “After the baby was

(Serena)The nurse greets us when we get inside the doors.Her voice is calm and gentle, but it carries that briskness and efficiency of someone who handles a dozen fragile lives before breakfast.“Mr. Hale, Mrs. Hale… Thank you for coming. He’s in the third room on the left. We have him stabilized, and he’s doing better than expected considering the circumstances. He’s still very small but fully developed.”Better than expected.That’s all I hear. That it could have gone so much worse.“How serious was the birth for him?” I ask.“He didn’t breathe at first. His heart rate was barely there. But this little guy is a fighter. That’s for sure. He’s just six pounds but he wasn’t too far off full gestation.”Something warms inside me. Life is so precious. He must want to be here. “And his Mom, Savannah?”“She’s stable but critical. We’ll know more once she wakes up.”I nod. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. I almost laugh at the irony of that thought.We walk together toward the room