All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Pretty Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

SebastianEvelyn’s voice was like glass dragging across stone—sharp, cutting, impossible to ignore. “Do you see me?”For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My pulse roared in my ears, louder than the city traffic outside. She was here. Evelyn. Alive. The ghost I had buried years ago now standing inches away, daring me to admit what no one was supposed to know.I kept my face still, though inside everything thrashed. My fingers tightened around the cane in my hand, the only reminder of the role I had sworn never to drop. “You shouldn’t be here,” I managed, low and cold, though it sounded nothing like the calm control I usually wore.Her laugh was soft, disbelieving, like she could already read the truth in the way I faltered. “Oh, Sebastian…” she murmured, stepping closer. “You’ve been pretending all this time. Blind? To me? To everything? Do you think you can keep hiding now?”I felt my throat tighten. Amelia’s face flashed in my mind—her trust, her fragile safety in this house built on se

SebastianI stood under the shower, letting the water run over my body while my mind drifted far from the warmth. My hand rested on the glass before me, cold against my skin, as thoughts pressed in. That letter… I couldn’t push it away. The words looked as though a child had written them, uneven and playful, but I knew that handwriting. It belonged to someone else I once knew better than anyone—Evelyn, my ex-partner.The thought sat heavy in my chest. I shook my head under the spray, forcing the water into my face, trying to wash the possibility away. No. It couldn’t be. Maybe I was overreacting, connecting threads that weren’t even there. Still, the unease clawed at me.When I finished, I dried off and left the bathroom, pulling on clean clothes before sitting down on the edge of the bed. My phone felt oddly heavy in my hand as I scrolled. I couldn’t even remember Evelyn’s username anymore; I had unfollowed her the moment she walked out of my life. Still, I tried searching fragments

AmeliaOur legs dangled above the dark water, swinging back and forth in an easy rhythm. Neither of us spoke at first. The night air was cool against my damp clothes, and I hugged myself, shivering slightly, staring at the ripples below. “What happened?” Thea finally asked, her brows pinched together as she studied me. “How did you fall into the water? Did that man push you inside this time?” I glanced at her, and a soft smile broke through despite the ache in my chest. “So you remember that man?” “Why not?” she chuckled. “He’s such a jerk.” Her laugh was contagious, and mine slipped out, quiet and fragile. “It’s not him this time… but I would say it’s his fault.” “Really?” Her eyes widened in curiosity. I nodded, clutching the wet fabric of my skirt. “You see, once he took my ring and threw it into this very water. I’ve been searching for it ever since. Today, I finally saw it shining at the edge, and when I tried to reach for it… I lost my balance and fell in. I’m not much of