Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

(Serena)I don’t know which version of James I’ll get when he responds.The one who still signs off with ‘rest well, you’re doing great’ like we’re work colleagues managing a stressful PR campaign.Or the one who used to leave voice notes at 1 a.m. just to say he missed me.An alert finally pings at half past six. A message, not a call.Call as soon as you can.I’m already halfway to the safe office.I close the door and sit down, reaching for the handset. The moment I hit call, it barely rings once before he picks up.“Hey,” he says. His voice is low, tight. Tired.“Hey.” I pause. “Good to hear your voice. How are you?”“It’s brutal, but we are getting somewhere. I could be home in a couple of days.”“I’ll wait and see. I can keep myself occupied.”“So, the hospital called about the baby and then Savannah called you too?”“Yes. The nurse was worried as no one had been to visit him since we wre there. We were going to go back the next day…I want to go and see him but not without check

(Serena)The visit with the baby brings feelings I’m not sure what to do with.It wrecks me. Quietly. Invisibly.But it also brings hope and a fierce need to protect new life, any new life.He’s not James’ baby. I know that. I haven’t forgotten it for a second. He’s not my baby either.But he still feels like part of the invisible forces trying to steer me to an unknown destination. This baby will remain a part of James. Not biologically, emotionally. James showed up when Savannah’s whole world caved in.He knew what he was signing up for. He’d just been through the loss of our own pregnancy. Yet, he didn’t hesitate to take on Savannah and her whole world of trouble. More than that, he invited her and her trouble back into his life.He called her when we lost our baby. To vent feelings to her that he couldn’t vent to me.He has told me that Savannah being in his life as a friend, as someone he cares for a great deal is non-negotiable. If I want James to be my husband, I have to accep

(James)I get the alert from the secure voicemail system just after ten p.m.I’m still in the hotel’s private executive suite, sitting in the dark, half-dressed in the shirt I didn’t bother taking off after dinner with the senators.I don’t hesitate. I open it immediately and play the message, her voice low and calm.But I recognize some nervousness too.“Hey. I hope you’re able to check this soon. I just came from the hospital. Little Champ is doing well, but he needs regular attention.”She takes a breath, “Savannah’s not doing well. She’s in bad shape emotionally. I… sort of invited her and the baby to stay at the mansion after she cleared by the docs to go home.”I can’t believe she’s just said what she said.“I didn’t plan it. It just came out. Savannah needs support if she’s ever going to bond with her son. He deserves for her to at least try.”She pauses again, “Sorry if I should’ve spoken to you first. But it felt right at the time…”Classic Serena. Always defaulting to nurtur

(Serena)I carry the small overnight bag I brought with me down the corridor toward Savannah’s room.Inside the bag is everything she might need to feel human again.Good skincare, gentle shampoo, lotions. Slippers, a silk hair wrap, a few luxe face masks I found in my stash. A hairdryer and a range of the essential basics in makeup.And a flat iron, because she may be able to do that if her soreness allows.I push the door open slowly. The curtains are half drawn, sunlight pooling on the floor in quiet stripes.Savannah is up walking.Sort of.She’s got one hand on the nurse’s arm, shuffling like an elderly woman in pain. Her robe is askew. Her movements are slow and stiff.“Oh,” I say. “I can wait—”The nurse looks up. “No, come in. You’re just in time. She’s done a few victory laps.”“I wouldn’t call it a victory,” Savannah mumbles, breathless, face pinched. “More like slow-motion humiliation.”The nurse chuckles kindly. “You did better than yesterday. And if you’re feeling strong

(Haylee)Serena is glowing.And I don’t mean her pregnancy.But glowing in the ‘I’ve being ogled by Ronan Black and I’m pretending not to enjoy it’ kind of way.We can see him at the edge of his booth but can’t see who he’s talking to. His gaze just keeps coming back to Serena. She’s kinda pumped by it, I can tell.I don’t blame her. I’d be pumped to if the latest addition to ‘America’s Most Eligible Bachelor list’ only had eyes for me.I wish she was with someone like him instead of James sometimes. I turn my back to him, nudge her with my elbow and raise my eyebrows.She gives me the side-eye.I raise my brows higher. Give them a waggle.She rolls her eyes, lips twitching. “Don’t.”“You’re the one who was going to use Ronan to make James jealous. Now’s your chance.”“I’m not sure now is great timing for that.”“I think he’s interested in your floured baps.” She shrieks with laughter.“Haylee, I swear…”“No point sitting here staring. Let’s go over there. He might have a hot brother