บททั้งหมดของ BILLIONAIRE'S DEAD WIFE RETURNS : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Jake.By the time I pull into the driveway, it’s nearly ten. The night air is heavy the kind that feels like it’s holding its breath.So am I.Part of me doesn’t want to walk through that door, to face my wife, Amina. Not because I’m afraid of her, Amina but because I’m afraid of what I will see when I do look at her, knowing everything I know now. For years, I thought coming home to her meant peace, stability. A life rebuilt from loss. Now I know it was all built on a lie and manipulation. I didn't even know her, like really know her. I step inside quietly, expecting the house to be dark. Instead, the scent of vanilla candles hits me first then her voice.“Honey, you are home, Jake?”She appears from the kitchen, wearing one of her silk robes, her hair loose around her shoulders. She is smiling too wide, too bright. It doesn’t reach her eyes. This is confusing because the last time I saw her, she was yelling at me all types of accusations. She walks over like she has been waiting

JakeTen years ago.The memory always comes in flashes fragments that sting like open wounds every time I revisit them.It was the day everything between me and Alex finally broke.The morning had started calm enough sunlight filtering through the glass windows of Marshall Industries’ top floor, the city skyline stretching out beyond the office like a promise of power.I had been sitting behind my desk, going through quarterly reports, when the numbers started screaming at me.Millions gone. Vanished into “investments” that didn’t exist, “expenses” that had no receipts.Alex.Even before I called him in, I knew.He’d always been reckless, the kind of man who believed life would always bend to his will just because it always had.He was the golden boy of our parents, the life of every party, the charming face who could talk himself out of any situation.And for years, I had been the one cleaning up his mess.But this, this was too much.When he walked into my office, his grin was the s

Jake. The drive back to the country house was quick, no traffic at all. There was no way I was going back home, to face Amina and not bring up the fact that I just found out my son is not really my son. So I took the safe bet and decided to go spend some time with Kyla and the kids. I hadn’t even shut the car door before I knew something was wrong. The house was too quiet, normally around this time of day the kids would be outside running around. But they were nowhere to be seen. I climbed the porch stairs faster than I meant to, heart pounding, every step echoing a question I didn’t want to say out loud.Did something happen? The screen door creaked as I pushed it open.“Kyla?”She didn’t answer at first. Her voice came from the kitchen, tight, deliberate. “I’m in here.”I followed it. She was zipping up Elias’s coat, as if a storm were coming, and maybe it was just not the kind we could see out the window. Her jaw clenched when she looked up, like she had braced for this moment

JakeThe house felt different, too different, it was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that comes after a long day when everyone’s asleep, and peace fills the walls no. This one was sharp, hollow, and unnatural. The kind of silence that grips your chest and whispers that something’s wrong before you even see it.I shut the door behind me and dropped my car keys on the console table. The metallic clink echoed across the hallway, and the sound felt louder than it should have. “Ethan?” I called, trying to sound casual, like I wasn’t already tense. “Buddy? You home?” Nothing, normally he was the first one to notice when I was home and he always would run to welcome me. My shoes scuffed against the polished floor as I made my way toward the staircase. Maybe they were out on a grocery run, maybe Amina took him to the park. But Amina always texted when they went out and were running late. Always. Even if she was mad at me, and she had every reason to be, she never disappeared like this.I to

KylaA shiver crackled through my spine at his words.Because I knew that look in his eyes, I had seen that look so many times before but never in the last five years, the almost ferocious gaze and I knew what usually followed after that.The last time he had had that look in his eyes and told me to get over to where he was, I had been fucked against a door and left in a puddle at his feet. I am convinced that was the night I conceived the twins. “Um,” I swallowed. “I need to go to the Ladies first?”“You are going to be sorry if I have to repeat myself.”“Please. Someone could come in.” All I could think about was James and the fact that he worked here. This was not how I wanted someone from my past to see me.“No one will come in until I allow them to.”Through the glass, I could see the other igloos around us, and people passing in between. I was pretty certain that they couldn’t see into our own encasement, but they would definitely be able to hear us especially since there was n