Lahat ng Kabanata ng The billionaire's vengeful bride : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 55

~AdrianWork drained every drop of strength from my body that evening.The drive home felt longer than usual. The city lights blurred past my windshield, but my mind was elsewhere. Meetings, arguments, unfinished thoughts—everything tangled together in my head. Yet beneath it all was a quiet expectation I didn’t want to admit. I wanted to get home and see Emilia. Maybe hear her voice. Maybe pretend things weren’t broken.As soon as I stepped into the house, the familiar scent of polish and faint lavender greeted me. It felt comforting for a second, then strangely empty. I loosened my tie, kicked off my shoes, and went straight upstairs.My room welcomed me with silence.I showered longer than usual, letting the hot water run over my face and shoulders. It beat against my skin, but it didn’t wash away the heaviness sitting in my chest. I rested my palms on the tiled wall, eyes closed, breathing slowly. Her face kept slipping into my thoughts, uninvited. The way she looked at m

~EmiliaFor weeks, my body had felt like a stranger to me.Every morning I woke up, exhaustion pressed down on me like wet, heavy wool, leaving me drained even after hours of sleep.Walking short distances made my legs tremble, and sudden dizziness would sweep over me, blurring my vision until I had to grip the nearest wall just to stay upright.My appetite shifted constantly; foods I once enjoyed turned my stomach, while strange, sudden cravings came and went without reason.Deep inside, there was this dull, twisting feeling—not sharp pain, but a constant, heavy sensation, like something was slowly changing and growing, something I could not name or understand.At first, I told myself it was only grief.After losing everything I loved, after all the lies and heartbreak, I thought my body was simply breaking down, mirroring the brokenness inside my heart.But as days became weeks and these feelings only grew stronger, a quiet voice began to whisper that it was something more.Fear sett

~EmiliaThe first sound was the folder opening. The cardboard brushed softly against paper as I set mine down, and someone beside me slid a glass a few inches to the right to make space.A man at the far end of the table shifted in his seat, the chair legs scraping lightly against the polished floor before settling again. No one announced the start, but attention slowly gathered anyway. I placed my hands flat on the table and waited.The man to my right flipped the first page of my proposal with his thumb, the paper bending slightly before falling flat again. He read without looking up, pausing at a line long enough for his eyes to narrow slightly.Across from him, another man leaned back, the chair creaking under his weight as he crossed one leg over the other. A pen tapped once near the center of the table, then stopped as its owner adjusted his grip.The woman near the end of the table ran her finger down a paragraph before circling a line with a pen. She didn’t speak immediately,