All Chapters of FELL IN LOVE WITH MY HUSBAND'S BODYGUARD: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The city lights blurred past the limousine window, streaks of gold and silver melting into a mosaic of memories she was finally ready to leave behind. Each mile that separated her from the suite felt like a heavy weight lifting from her chest — but the relief was tangled with nerves she couldn’t ignore.She traced her fingers over the smooth leather of the seat, her mind racing back to the confrontation she’d just had with Richard. The words hung in the air, still echoing with a raw intensity she hadn’t allowed herself to fully feel until now. “I want a divorce.” Saying it aloud was both the hardest and the most freeing thing she’d ever done.Her breath hitched as she remembered his face—the mix of disbelief and heartbreak, the way his eyes flickered with something almost like regret. For a moment, she thought she saw the man she might have loved if things had been different. But that was another lifetime, another version of herself she no longer recognized.

The taxi wound its way through the quiet streets of her childhood neighbourhood, and for the first time in years, Lauren felt small again. Not the poised wife in diamond heels, not the picture-perfect socialite standing beside a powerful man—but simply a daughter coming home.The house came into view, its familiar white porch light glowing like a beacon against the night. She hadn’t stood in front of these doors in so long, and now, as the cab pulled up, her throat tightened. This was the place she had once run away from in search of a bigger life. And here she was again, bruised but breathing, clutching her bag like it held all the broken pieces of herself.Her mother opened the door before she could even knock. “Lauren?” The woman’s voice cracked with a mixture of shock and tenderness.“Hi, Mom.” Her words wavered, and before she could say anything more, she was wrapped in arms that smelled of lavender and warmth. She let herself sink into the embrace, t

The evening breeze drifted through the open balcony doors, carrying with it the faint fragrance of the garden roses. Lauren stood against the railing, her hands loosely wrapped around the iron bars as she stared at the horizon. The golden light of sunset had faded into shades of violet and blue, a calm canvas that mirrored the stillness she desperately sought. Yet, within her chest, her heart beat restlessly.The day had been heavy, though it ended with a measure of peace. Still, echoes of Mrs. Moore’s tears and her own trembling words lingered in her mind. For the first time in a long while, Lauren had spoken with clarity about what she wanted for herself. But admitting it aloud also left her vulnerable—exposed to judgment, whispers, and the storm she knew was yet to come.Her phone buzzed softly in her palm. The name on the screen made her heart leap. Louis.She pressed the answer button and brought it to her ear, her voice quieter than the breeze. “Hell

Louis’s POVThe mirror reflected a man who looked calm, but Louis knew the storm beneath his chest would betray him if anyone drew too close. His hands lingered on the cufflinks longer than necessary, steadying the tremor that threatened to give away the emotions rushing inside.Tonight was only preparation, but his heart beat as if he were already standing in front of her. Tomorrow would be their dinner—just the two of them. He had already booked out the entire restaurant. Nothing would interrupt them. No eyes watching, no walls between them. Just Lauren, his Lauren.As he adjusted his tie, his mind slipped into a daydream he could no longer restrain.He saw Lauren across a candlelit table, not as Richard’s wife, but as his. Her laughter was freer, her eyes lighter, no longer dulled by the burden of wearing someone else’s ring. In his imagination, she reached for his hand, no fear, no guilt—just love. And when she whispered his name, it wasn’t la

The courtyard glimmered under the soft glow of lanterns, casting long shadows across the cobblestone path. The faint scent of blooming jasmine drifted on the warm night air, carrying with it the quiet serenity of a world paused just for them. Louis and Lauren stepped outside, hands brushing, fingers lacing together naturally, as though they had always been meant to fit that way.Lauren leaned lightly against his chest, her head resting there, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Each pulse was a silent promise, a rhythm that anchored her amidst the storm of her emotions. Louis tightened his hand around hers ever so slightly, a small but powerful reassurance.“I love you,” Louis murmured, his voice low and vibrating through her chest. “I’ve always loved you, Lauren. I can’t wait… I can’t wait to make you completely mine. To show you a life that’s just ours, free from shadows, free from doubts.”Lauren closed her eyes, letting his words seep into every