Lahat ng Kabanata ng No memories of my Billionaire Husband : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Based on these MRI results of Mrs. Smith, it’s most likely that she will experience temporary memory loss due to the swelling observed,” said Dr. Joyce, her face clouded with concern for Mr. Alex Smith. Mr. Alex Smith let out a deep sigh, his eyes filled with fear and almost in tears but he quickly composed himself and asked, “When will she finally wake up? It's been a week already and there have been no improvements whatsoever. I was assured that this is the best hospital, if you aren’t up to the task, then I will take my wife elsewhere!” The doctor replied, “She will come out of the coma, I assure you. You don’t need to worry. We have good knowledge of situations like this.” Mr. Smith tapped the table repeatedly, his gaze fixed on the sculpture on it. He raised his head and let out a deep breath. “Will she even remember me?” he said in a low and almost inaudible voice. June opened her eyes and was hit by the bright lights in the room. She blinked multiple times hurriedly, t

The flashing lights, chaotic movements and the muffled sounds from the reporters made June feel very uneasy as she clenched her fist tightly against the car seat. Williams made a phone call. In less than a minute, the security team from Alex’s building stormed out and created a passageway for the car to enter through the gate. Soon after, the police came and dispersed the reporters clustered at the gate. As the car entered the building, away from the crowd, she released her grip on the seat and took notice of the property. June covered her mouth which couldn’t be closed at that moment with her hands. She didn’t make a sound, but her facial expressions revealed all that was going through her mind. Alex very much enjoyed watching the drama and even chuckled a bit, as she was a completely different person. “Oh my goodness!” June finally burst out. “Alex, is this for real? I actually live here?” The Rolls-Royce Phantom drove through a well-trimmed garden that sat in front of the buil

Martha held her phone close to her ear, pacing the length of her living room. Her voice was sharp, laced with fury. “Alex outdid himself this time. Just look at the condition he left you in!” June cut in immediately, her tone edged with worry. “Alex? Is this a joke? Why do you talk in such a manner about my husband?” “What in the world, June?” Martha snapped. “You and I know that this is Alex’s doing. Come on, don’t remember what that man has been doing to you?” Martha paused. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of giving him the benefit of the doubt again!” June’s brows furrowed deeply. “Ahhh,” she let out a strained breath. “I can’t… honestly, I just can’t deal with all this. It’s too much in one day.” She turned to Linda, who had been standing by silently the entire time. “Please leave. I’d like to be alone.” “June?” Martha’s voice softened. “Where are my manners? Get some rest, alright? I’ll come by tomorrow and we’ll talk properly then.” June ended the call and sank onto her be

June was startled as Alex’s warm hands touched her shoulders. She turned abruptly to face him, her body suddenly cold. She stammered, “I—I was just… I didn’t touch anything. I’ll leave now.”“You know it’s not a crime for you to be in my room, right?” he said, his tone quiet but firm, his eyes focused on removing his wristwatch. He placed it on the desk.He slowly unbuttoned his jacket, removed it, and walked over to the closet to hang it.“Don’t you want to know how my day at the office went? Or about your office? How the other employees are handling the news of your recovery?” His voice echoed from a distance.“Other employees… was I close to anyone there?”June was in awe when he reappeared, he was shirtless. The light complemented the rich tone of his skin, and her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.“Of course he has the build of a Greek statue,” she thought loudly in her head, nervously fiddling with her hands.“What were you saying?” he asked.“About what?” June replied

“Arhhhh! You should have waited until 7 p.m. since you wanted to be so late,” David said, feigning anger.“I don’t have the time for your shenanigans, David. What do you want? And those dirty legs off my table.”. . .Evercrest International School’s 9th-grade football tryouts.“My goodness! David, leave the line, please. I have corrected you countless times.”“You just aren’t fit for this,” Coach said irritably before facing the other players to address them. “You, replace him. Yeah, give…” He continued.“This wimp”“Who?”“David, why does he even try when he is such a wimp?”“Ignore him, man. I don’t feel like getting called to the teacher’s office today.”“Yeah, right.” The boy laughed. “Hey, David, take this.” He tricked him and pushed him to the ground. David landed with his chest on the floor. He held a grip with both hands on the ground, sand particles grinding painfully into his skin. He struggled to lift himself into a kneeling position.“St-st-stop,” the kid imitated david’