บททั้งหมดของ BILLIONAIRE'S DEAD WIFE RETURNS : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter 52KylaSomething is definitely wrong.It starts as a prickle at the back of my neck, like invisible fingers brushing my skin. At first I tell myself it’s nothing, just nerves, exhaustion, the concussion making me jittery. But the feeling doesn’t fade. It grows stronger, heavier, until it’s impossible to ignore.I stand at the kitchen window of the country house, pretending to dry the same glass for the third time, eyes scanning the tree line. Everything looks normal, the sprawling meadow, the line of pines swaying in the breeze, the gravel road curling out of sight. But something in my gut is screaming.Someone’s there. Watching.I had spent the last five years of my life staying alert, running from ghosts, I had gotten pretty good at this things and heavily trusted my gut. Chanel and Elias are playing in the living room, their voices rising in happy chatter. They’re stacking blocks on the coffee table, giggling when they topple over. The sound should soothe me, but instead

Kyla.The silence between us feels like a scream that refuses to come out. Jake sits across from me, his jaw tight, his eyes dark and searching, the muscles in his forearms twitching like he’s bracing for impact. I can’t look at him for too long. Every time I do, memories crash into me like waves that won’t let me breathe. The twins are asleep upstairs now, safe, for now atleast, but I know safety is just an illusion. It’s been five years of running, of pretending I didn’t still feel him in every heartbeat, and now here we are again, in the same room, the truth clawing its way out of me.He leans forward, his voice low but sharp. “Kyla, you have to tell me what happened. All of it. I can’t protect you if I don’t know who’s after you or who you are running from.”His words break something open inside me. The flood I have kept locked behind walls and lies. My mouth trembles before I even start speaking. “You want to know the truth? Fine.”My fingers twist around each other until my knu

Kyla.“I never cheated on you, Jake.”The words tear out of me before I can stop them. They hang between us trembling, alive, dangerous. My voice cracks, but I don’t care. My heart feels like it’s been ripped out of my chest and handed back to me in pieces.Jake looks up at me, eyes burning with something I can’t name pain, regret, disbelief, all swirling together. “Kyla, I know that now,” he says, his tone thick with remorse. “God, I know that now. But back then”“Back then,” I interrupt sharply, “you believed her.” My throat tightens. “You believed Amina. You believed the one person who stood to gain everything from me disappearing.”He flinches, the guilt on his face raw, open. “I didn’t know what to believe. Everything was chaos. The police said you were gone, Amina was broken, and I was”“Lonely?” I whisper bitterly. “Devastated enough to take comfort in her lies?”His jaw clenches, his eyes glassy. “It wasn’t like that.”“Then what was it like, Jake?” I shoot back, standing up s

Jake.I can’t breathe. The air in the room feels thick, heavy, and suffocating. My mind keeps replaying Kyla’s words over and over again like a tape that won’t stop spinning. She called me. She called me the night she went into labor. And Amina answered the phone.It doesn’t make sense, it shouldn’t make sense, but every detail fits together too perfectly to be a coincidence. My stomach churns. My pulse pounds in my ears.Kyla sits on the couch, her fingers trembling against her knees, eyes still glossy from tears. I can see the exhaustion in her face, the years of running and fear. And all I can think about is that my own blood, my family, the woman I once trusted stood between us and did nothing but destroy us. I force myself to speak, my voice low and uneven. “She, she answered the call.”Kyla nods weakly, her voice raw. “She told me never to call again. That you had moved on and I should too.”I drag a hand down my face, trying to process it, but the anger rising inside me is str

Kyla.His voice carries softly down the hall steady, low, warm in a way I had almost forgotten. It’s the same voice that used to read to me when we were too tired to talk, the one that could calm every storm inside me.Now it’s reading to our daughter.I stop just short of the doorway, my fingers curling around the frame as I listen.Chanel’s room glows dimly under the string lights. Jake’s sitting on the edge of her bed, book open in his hands, his voice wrapping around each word like it belongs there. Chanel’s little head rests against his arm, her lashes brushing her cheeks, her tiny hand holding on to his sleeve like she’s known him forever.She doesn’t know who he is.She just knows he makes her feel safe.My heart cracks right down the center.This should have been our life.Our home. Our nights. Our family. We dreamt about this life. I should have been the one standing by him, laughing at how he would struggle to braid Chanel’s hair or chase Elias around the living room until