All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S DEAD WIFE RETURNS : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AlexFor a moment, I couldn’t breathe.Her words, I’m tired, I’m tired of fighting you, Alex cracked something deep inside me, something I had buried years ago under all the anger and control.I felt her shaking against me, her tears soaking into my shirt, and all the fight that had kept me standing these last few years slipped away.“You think this is what I want?” I said quietly, my voice rougher than I intended. She didn’t move. Just stared at the floor, eyes glassy and unfocused. “You think I came back just to fight with you?”Her lips parted, trembling.“I came back for you, Amina. For our family. For Ethan.” I swallowed hard, running a hand through my hair, trying to hold back the frustration that had been clawing at me for so long. “I don’t care about all the other stuff anymore. I just, I want what’s mine.”She gave a small, broken laugh, the kind that carried more pain than humor. “You are just saying that,” she whispered. “You always say things like that when you want someth

Six Years AgoAlexThere was a time when I thought I understood pain. Losing a deal. A betrayal. A hangover so bad you swore you’d die.But nothing compared to the night Amina walked away.I stood in the rain long after her footsteps faded, trying to convince myself she’d come back. That it was just one of her moods, that she would call tomorrow and apologize like she always did.But she didn’t.And for the first time in years, the silence hurt more than the alcohol burning down my throat.I tried everything to forget her.Parties. Women. Whiskey. They all blurred together, numbing what she had left behind.People called me a playboy. Some called me reckless. I didn’t care, it was easier to be every terrible thing they said than to admit what I had become: a man who had built his whole world around a woman who saw him as nothing.For months, I buried myself in the noise the music, the alcohol, the chaos. But it never drowned her voice out completely.Then one night, I got a call from

Alex That Night (Dinner) When Kyla got up and left the table, she took the air out of the room with her. You could see it, the way the conversation clinked and then fell silent, like someone had cut the string that tied the whole house together. For a second the only sounds were the clink of cutlery and the polite little coughs people make when they don’t know what to say.My father set his fork down slow, deliberate, and for a heartbeat I thought he might say something like he always did some fatherly attempt to smooth edges. Instead he watched her go, his shoulders tightening in a way that said he was thinking about debts and loyalty, not sympathy. My mother looked as if she wanted to follow but was too afraid of making it worse. Jake’s face was a closed thing: hot, controlled, a man on the edge of a scald.I pushed my chair back quietly and stayed seated a moment longer, letting the weight of that silence settle where it would. When I finally spoke it was small. “She’ll come ba

Amina The ride back home from the hospital felt longer than it actually was. The silence between us was heavy, pressing against the windows, thick with all the things neither of us wanted to say out loud.Alex’s hand rested on the wheel, his knuckles pale against the leather. He hadn’t said much since his mother had walked in on us in the bathroom just a quiet, almost too calm, “Let’s get you home.”Now, with every turn, every flicker of passing light, I could feel his eyes occasionally slide toward me. Not with anger. Not even judgment. Just studying. Calculating.My fingers fidgeted with the hem of my coat, trying to steady the unease curling in my chest. The image of his mother standing there, her face frozen in shock kept replaying in my mind. The way Alex had smoothly stepped forward, told her I was “having a rough day” and that he had to drive me home, It had felt like control, wrapped neatly in kindness.He always did that, he always made me feel safe when he wanted, he knew

Jake The steady beep of the heart monitor was driving me insane.Each sound felt like a taunt, a reminder that I was still here, stuck in this sterile white box while everything else outside was falling apart.I had been awake for less than an hour, but the frustration was already crawling under my skin like a living thing. The bandages tugged at my ribs every time I moved, my leg ached from the stitches, but none of that mattered. I needed to leave.“I’m not asking anymore,” I said sharply, pulling the IV line out of my arm despite the nurse’s protest. “I’m signing myself out.”The nurse, a short woman with kind eyes and nerves of steel frowned, stepping between me and the door. “Mr. Jake, please, you are not ready to be discharged. You suffered a concussion, two fractured ribs”“I don’t care!” I snapped, shoving my arms into the wrinkled shirt someone had left folded on the chair beside the bed. “I can’t just sit here doing nothing while my entire family’s out there falling apart!