All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S DEAD WIFE RETURNS : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

KylaThe walk to the visiting wing felt heavier than I expected, mostly because it was Amina. Each step echoed softly down the sterile corridor, my pulse matching its rhythm steady, controlled, but charged with something I couldn’t quite name.Jake had offered to come with me, but I told him no. This was something I needed to do alone.The guard led me through a set of double doors and into the visitation area, a row of metal tables, glass partitions, and phones on either side. The hum of fluorescent lights mixed with the low murmur of other voices.And there she was, Amina.She sat on the other side of the glass, wearing the standard orange jumpsuit that did nothing to dull her beauty. But her face once so composed, so carefully guarded looked tired. Hollow. Like the weight of everything had finally settled on her shoulders.For a moment, neither of us moved.Then she smiled small, cautious, almost shy. “Kyla.”Hearing my name in her voice again was strange. It carried memories of l

AlexThe drive to the detention center felt longer than it should have been. The rain had started somewhere along the way, soft at first, then heavier, tapping against the windshield in a steady rhythm that matched the thudding in my chest.I didn’t even know why I was coming.Part of me told myself it was for Ethan, to get closure, to understand what kind of truth his mother had told him. But deep down, I knew it was more than that. It was unfinished business.A wound that never fully healed, no matter how many times I tried to walk away.By the time I parked and stepped out, the cold air hit me hard, sharp and clean. The guard at the front desk checked me in with a bored expression, then directed me to a small visitation room the kind that smelled faintly of bleach and hopelessness.I sat down at the metal table, staring at the clock on the wall. 9:47 a.m.The door buzzed open a few minutes later.Amina walked in.Her hair was tied back, her face pale, eyes tired, but she still h

KylaThe restaurant Jake had chosen wasn’t one of those grand, glittering places with chandeliers and piano music. Which is why it had always been my favorite, it was lowkey. It was small, tucked away on a quiet corner of the city a warm, softly lit space filled with candles and low hums of laughter. The kind of place where time seemed to pause, and the world outside simply didn’t exist.As we walked in, the hostess smiled knowingly and led us to a table near the window. I noticed Jake’s hand resting lightly on the small of my back, guiding me, grounding me.God, I had missed that. The ease of being near him knowing I was well taken care of and protected.We sat down, and for a while, it was just small talk, the kids, how Ethan was adjusting, how his mother was finally getting some rest. But beneath all that normal conversation, there was something heavier hanging between us unspoken but felt.He reached across the table, his fingers brushing mine.“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he said

KylaThe next morning, I woke up to sunlight spilling through the curtains and the faint sound of Jake humming in the bathroom.I blinked sleepily, staring at the ring on my finger, still half convinced I was dreaming.I had said yes. We were married before, but he never really got a chance to propose before so this was new especially after being apart for over five years. We were getting to know each other again, I was not the same woman he was married to, I had kids now, my body had changed in so many different ways. After everything we had been through, the pain, the heartbreak, the years apart, I had said yes.When Jake came out, his towel slung around his neck, his hair damp, he gave me that same boyish grin that used to make my heart race years ago.“Morning, fiancée,” he teased.“Morning, soon to be husband,” I fired back, smiling as I sat up and stretched.He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me before saying, “Get dressed. We are going out today.”“Out?” I asked, suspicious. “

Kyla.A Few Months LaterIf someone had told me a year ago that I would be here, alive, married, at peace I would have laughed in disbelief.But as the morning sunlight filters through our bedroom window, warming the white sheets tangled around me, I know this is real. This quiet. This safety. This life.It’s been four months since the wedding. Four months of waking up next to Jake every morning, four months of laughter echoing through the house, four months of learning how to breathe again.I stretch, my hand instinctively going to my belly still small, but growing. A smile tugs at my lips. I can’t help it. The tiny heartbeat inside me feels like the universe whispering, you are getting another chance.Jake stirs beside me, his arm slipping around my waist. “You are smiling again,” he murmurs sleepily, his voice thick with morning warmth.“I have reasons to,” I whisper back.He opens one eye, grinning. “That’s good. Because you are kind of stuck with me for the rest of your life.”I