All Chapters of Sexting the Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah’s POVAt 4am, I quietly rose from bed to prepare something for my daughter to eat before school. I knew she would be up very early today, just like she was yesterday. I didn’t need an alarm to remind me. Motherly instinct woke me, along with the ache in my chest and the heaviness in my limbs.I had heard from her class teacher on the phone yesterday that her CA test was continuing today and tomorrow. Knowing this, I couldn’t let her leave the house without something warm and thoughtful in her stomach.And since I figured it was Nutella and banana wrap roll that Racheal had been using to get to her heart, I decided to make the same. Not to compete, but to remind my daughter that her mother still knew her favorites.Even though I was weak, tired, and struggling to breathe because of the heat rising from the stove, I still managed to prepare the food. I didn’t stop there. I added fruit juice on the side, just the way she liked it when she craved something comforting. Nutella, banan

Sarah’s POVI turned the door handle and stepped into the car, trying to keep my emotions in check. Beside me, Cynthia remained quiet. As we pulled away, I glanced into the side mirror and caught one last glimpse of Abraham and that woman, his so-called cousin, still admiring the new car he had bought her.If I said this didn’t hurt my feelings to the brim, then I’d be lying. Of course it did. This was someone I had been married to for ten years. And now, when I was at my weakest, battling an illness that could take my life, he chose to shower another woman with attention. A woman he dared to call his cousin, even while publicly romancing her under my nose.The silence in the car was thick and uncomfortable. Cynthia didn’t say a single word in the car. She just sat quietly, lost in thought.I took her to her room. She walked in without protest and settled on her bed like someone twice her age, weighed down by something heavy. Her little face was blank, but I could see it in her eyes. S

Sarah’s POVIf Cynthia didn’t want to talk to her father and certainly not to me, then who exactly did she want to talk to? That question gnawed at me, heavy and unanswered.Abraham walked out of her room, his face carrying a tired shrug. It was the kind of gesture a man makes when he wants you to believe he has tried his best. But deep down, I knew his “best” wasn’t enough because right after he left, Cynthia bolted out of the room, her steps quick, her expression fierce, her eyes full of something more than simple teenage defiance. She obviously hated both of us in that moment.Still, I told myself, he tried, right? That had to count for something, even if the result was failure.But then my gaze fell on Racheal. She smirked at me, a small, cutting smile that said more than words could. It was the kind of smirk you give when you know a secret, when you know you have already won. As I stepped out of the room and placed my hands on the rails, it became painfully clear she was the on

Abraham’s POV“Aghh!” I exhaled, a soft but sharp wave of pain rippling through my bones as I rose from bed this morning.This pain wasn’t new. It had been my unwelcome morning companion for the past six months. I didn’t know its cause, but I knew its pattern: it always started as a dull ache in the early hours and, by afternoon, it would grow into something almost unbearable.I placed one foot carefully on the floor, wincing, and slid into my indoor pajamas slippers. Standing up completely, I adjusted my pajamas calmly over my body, trying to shake off the stiffness.“Aghjh!” I groaned again as the pain shot up my spine, forcing me to support my lower back with one hand.Turning my head toward the wall clock, I squinted to check the time.“8 a.m.,” I muttered under my breath.My gaze shifted to the other side of the bed, and suddenly my heart swelled with happiness. My cheeks stretched into a genuine smile as I saw my wife, Racheal, still asleep in her nakedness, looking peaceful and

Abraham’s POVSince Racheal and I had come to the hospital in different cars, I thought I might still catch her outside before she left. I wanted to talk to her, perhaps to calm her down after she stormed out of Dr. Chen’s office in anger. But when I reached the parking lot, I saw at once that her car was no longer there.I had been driven to the hospital by my chauffeur in a sleek black sedan. Racheal, however, had arrived in the Escapade. Yet now, in the exact spot where she had parked earlier, there was only empty space.A deep sigh escaped my chest, heavier than I expected. In that moment, it dawned on me that she had already gone home. Still, I did not panic. I simply decided that I would go and meet her there.Sliding into the backseat, I gave my chauffeur a slight nod. He pressed gently on the start button, and the quiet hum of the engine filled the silence as we drove back to the villa.When we arrived, I stepped out of the car immediately, almost hoping her Escapade would be