All Chapters of The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

(Serena)“She’s stable. The coma is protective. They’ll monitor her around the clock. They have my number.”“And the baby?”“He’s in good hands and we’ll come back for his morning feed, if you want to.”“I want to. I want him to have the best life. To know he’s loved. Any child should have that.”“I want you to feel supported and loved too, especially now.”“I just want some peace,” I whisper. “I want to enjoy this for as long as I can. Without pressure. I’m tired of always having to explain every little thing to everyone.”“You don’t have to explain anything to anyone.”“Except that I do,” I say. “We’re not exactly invisible. If I lay low, people start speculating. If I’m out I’m cheating on you.”“I guess I grew up with it and I can turn a blind eye most of the time.”“I know it’s a part of being married to you but press stories about if I’m leaving you or pregnant again or hiding a mental breakdown is not what I need right now.”“Understood. Let’s go sign some paperwork and go home

(Serena)Margot’s voice sharpens like a knife dragged across porcelain. “Because you smashed them.”James tries to interject. “We’re making the house ours—”“Yours?” Margot rounds on him. Her eyes flash, not with anger but entitlement. “It’s not a vacation rental. It’s the Hale family estate. Not Serena’s little escape from reality. This is Hale Mansion and everything in it is part of the Hale legacy!”My stomach twists. It’s not just furniture to her—it’s bloodline, power, control. And I’m messing with her dynasty. Nothing in here was ever mine.Only the parts not good enough for her from my family and friends. Things chosen and gifted with love. Something Margot will never understand.James fires back without missing a beat. “Maybe you should’ve thought about how it would make Serena feel to hear you had all those gifts lined up for Savannah and I.”She brushes that off like dust on her lapel. “Fine, if you must be petty, have them removed, put them in storage. But smashing and brea

(Serena)This new lack of trust issue stretches between us like a thick pane of glass.I can see him, but I can’t touch him.James sits back, hands locked together, watching me like he’s trying to solve a problem, not talk to his wife.“I’m flying out tonight,” he says. “Denver. The meeting I postponed.”Of course he is.Just like that. Business first. Family second. Me… somewhere off the list.I’m not surprised. But I am tired of protesting. “And what about feeding Savannah’s baby? Being there when she wakes up, like you promised?”He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t hesitate. “There’s medical staff for that. Neonatal nurses. ICU teams. The baby is her responsibility now. I’ll talk to her parents and get her some money and then I’m done.”His voice is flat. Professional. Cold.The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. He’s ticking things off his crisis management checklist.Best friend’s baby - check. Wife’s Pregnancy - check. Parents placated - check. Damage control - check.“Will you be oka

(Savannah)The world comes back in fragments, the smells, the dull throb in my abdomen, the ache in my head.And my boobs are hurting too.James. James said he’d be here when I woke up. I struggle to get my eyelids to move and finally they do.The light hurts at first but slowly I adjust to it.Then her voice slices through the haze. “You’re awake.”I blink, slowly, vision sharpening just enough to see her silhouette, elegant, composed, deadly calm as always.Margot Hale. Perched in the chair beside the bed. Everything about her is always so perfect.I look beyond her. Turn my head to the other side of the bed. He’s not here.I shift slightly and wince. Pain flares across my stomach. Stitches, no doubt. The reminder of what I’ve just been through. Reminder that horrid little creature almost killed me.Not that Margot looks concerned.“Where’s James?” I ask.Her expression doesn’t change. “Denver. Business meeting.”“He said he’d be here.”“Well, he isn’t. Business calls.” She smooths

(Serena)One thing I am not going to do is make any moves to visit Savannah without informing James.I can at least see the baby and wait to hear from James before I visit Savannah. He can call her first and check in.I reach the east wing office and let myself in. I pick up the phone and hit the private line.It rings. Goes to voicemail as expected.“Hey. It’s me. I just got a call from Westfield. They said… no one has been to check on the baby since we were there. And that Savannah hasn’t seen him. At all.”I swallow hard. “I thought maybe you’d been checking in by phone with Savannah, or something. I wasn’t sure if I should go, but the nurse sounded concerned, and—”I stop. This is not the time to be mean or judgmental.“I wanted to check in with you first. I’m not trying to overstep. Just… let me know what you’d like me to do. I really like to go see the baby. I can handle that. We can talk about if I see Savannah or not… Love you.”I hang up and stare at the phone.Another minute