All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Pretty Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AmeliaI sneezed the moment I stepped out of the hallway and into the dim corridor. My whole body felt cold, the kind that seeps beneath your skin and clings to your bones. The house was quiet now—only the hum of the night and the distant tap of water on the windows.I was grateful that Sebastian couldn’t see me in that moment. My clothes were soaked, sticking to my skin like a second, uncomfortable layer. I shivered, pulling my arms tightly around myself as I tiptoed through the house.How did it even get this bad?The images came rushing back—the beach, the roar of the sea, the sound of the wind as I argued with Alex. God, I still couldn’t believe it. He really did it. Threw the ring into the ocean like it meant nothing, like it wasn’t the very last thread that still linked me to the one thing that matters. All because I told him the truth.Because I told him I love my husband.Yes… my husband, Sebastian Fucking Hawkins.Even now, the words settled strange in my chest, not out of re

SebastianI opened my eyes slowly, blinking against a strange warmth that filtered through the air. I was lying in a wide field. It was soft, fragrant, golden with dandelions stretching in every direction.A light breeze brushed over my skin, and I sat up in confusion. I had no idea how I got here. One second, I’d been in my room, curled up in pain, feeling like I was slipping out of my own body… and now this?I pushed myself to my feet, brushing pollen from my clothes as I took in the scene. The sky above me was impossibly blue, not a single cloud in sight. The air smelled sweet—like honey and sunshine. It felt too perfect. Too dreamlike. I looked around again, squinting into the distance, wondering what the hell this place was and how I’d ended up in the middle of it.I started walking. My hands brushed lazily through the tops of the dandelions as I moved forward, my boots crunching gently against the ground. There was something oddly peaceful about it all, like I was inside a dream

AmeliaI woke up to the quiet hum of the hospital room, the scent of disinfectant still clinging to the air. My body ached from the awkward position I’d slept in, curled around Rose like she was the last warm thing on earth. I blinked slowly, adjusting to the early light filtering through the blinds, and that was when I saw him.Sebastian.He was already awake, sitting upright on the chair near the window, phone pressed to his ear. His back was to me, but even in those baggy hospital clothes, I could still see the strength in his arms. The sleeves were pushed up just enough to reveal the curve of his muscles, and despite everything, my breath caught.God, he looked so damn good.I don’t even know how long I was staring. I must’ve looked completely dazed, smiling to myself like a fool. But then a soft breath brushed against my ear, and a tiny voice whispered, “He’s really handsome that you can’t resist, right?”I nearly jumped, turning my head to find Rose beside me, grinning from ear

SebastianThe moment Amelia walked out that door, something in me itched. It was that same gnawing feeling I’d had ever since the attacks started, like the ground beneath our family was cracked, and she was stepping right onto the fault line. I needed her to be safe even when I knew that my feelings towards her were not like before.So I left, quietly, following her behind. Thank goodness she wasn’t even aware. By the time I caught sight of her, I didn’t even need to call anymore.There she was, Amelia facing Stella.And standing right beside Stella, with that smug, fake-lost-puppy look on his face, was Alex.I didn’t move closer right away. I just watched. I couldn’t hear every word, but the body language said enough. Amelia was stiff. Stella was grinning like she had the upper hand. And Alex… he couldn’t even meet her eyes. That darn boy.I clenched my fists. Not because I was just angry. No. It was worse than that. I was tired. Tired of secrets, of lies, of pretending to be blind w

SebastianIt’s been a week, and I’m still showing up at work every day with a white cane in one hand and a lie in the other. Pretending I can’t see has become more exhausting than actually being blind ever was.At least back then, I didn’t have to fake the struggle—it was real. Now I have to remember not to glance too quickly, not to react to anything visual, not to look anyone in the eye unless I miss on purpose. I walk into meetings guided by habit and memory, but also by the dull ache of guilt pressing behind my ribs.The weight has been heavier since my father died. I don’t talk about it, not to Amelia, not to Rose, not even to Simon, but it gutted me. He was complicated, somewhat flawed, yes, but he was still my father. And now that he’s gone, the sharks have started circling.The board of directors never wanted me here. They tolerated me when he was alive, when he still had the final say, but now they’re just looking for a reason to rip me off the seat. My blindness is the excus