All Chapters of The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter Forty-One (Dominic’s POV)

“The Ivy Nest,” the sign read in golden script as we stepped inside. Warm light spilt across velvet chairs, the kind of place that hummed with quiet conversation and the clinking of china. Eliana skipped ahead, dragging Leo by one paw. “It smells like cookies in here, Mommy!” “It smells like coffee,” Lena corrected softly, tugging her scarf loose as she glanced around. “It smells like both,” I said, guiding them to a booth tucked near the window. “Compromise.” Eliana scrambled into the booth, nearly knocking over a polished brass lamp. “I want pancakes! Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes!” Lena sighed, sliding in beside her. “You can’t just have sugar for breakfast.” Eliana pouted dramatically, hugging Leo to her chest. “Leo says pancakes have energy.” I leaned an elbow on the table, fighting a smile. “He’s not wrong.” Lena shot me a look. “Dominic.” “What?” I asked innocently. “She’s got a point.” “He’s got a point,” Eliana corrected with a grin, holding Leo up like a witness.

Chapter Forty Two (Lena’s POV)

Eliana’s nose was practically glued to the glass, her voice tumoring over itself with excitement. “Mommy, look! Another bus! And it’s red too!” I smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “Sweetheart, all the buses are red here.” “But this one’s shinier!” she argued, hugging Leo like he agreed with her. Dominic chuckled beside her, low and warm, and I caught the way Eliana leaned closer to him. She looked at him the way children were supposed to look at their fathers—like he hung the moon. And the worst part was, he encouraged it. He wasn’t aloof, wasn’t distant. He listened to her every word, nodding as though she was teaching him something. I turned my face to the window, the streets of London rushing past. I shouldn’t have let this happen. A bus ride, pancakes, laughter—it was too easy to fall into the rhythm of something that looked like family. Too easy to forget what he’d done. “Mommy?” Eliana’s voice yanked me back. She tugged my sleeve. “Did you see the

Chapter Forty Three (Dual POV)

Dominic’s POV “Okay, Leo’s had enough fun for today,” Lena said, scooping Eliana up as she hopped off the see-saw. Eliana pouted, clutching her stuffed lion like he’d just survived a battlefield. “But Leo says he wants a snack.” I crouched so we were eye level. “Leo’s right. I know just the place. They make the best hot chocolate in all of London.” Her eyes widened. “Better than Mommy’s?” I glanced at Lena, whose brows arched as if daring me to answer wrong. I smirked. “Different kind of better. You’ll see.” That won me a squeal and an enthusiastic nod. Lena, on the other hand, shook her head. “You’re already spoiling her.” “She deserves it,” I said, meeting her gaze. For a second, her lips parted like she wanted to argue—but she didn’t. Instead, she tucked Eliana closer, letting the silence stretch between us as we walked out of the park and toward the street. ******** The café I chose was small, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. Its wide windows let in the weak

Chapter Forty Four (Dual POV)

Dominic’s Pov The river smelled faintly of salt and steel, the breeze tugging at Eliana’s curls as she practically bounced down the pier. The boat loomed ahead—sleek, glass-sided, its decks strung with little golden lights that shimmered against the Thames. “Uncle Dom, is this our ship?” she gasped, hugging Leo tight like the lion might leap into the water without her. “Yes, Captain,” I said, ruffling her hair. “All aboard.” She squealed and darted toward the gangway, Lena jogging to keep her from tripping over her own excitement. I followed slower, my chest tightening—not from the cold, but from the memory of last night. Her face is so close to mine. Her breath mixed with mine. The way her eyes had softened right before my phone dragged me back to reality. And now here we were, pretending nothing had happened. The boat thrummed underfoot as we stepped inside. Eliana plastered herself against the window immediately, pointing at every bridge, every building, her voice a s

Chapter Forty Five: The Morning After

Lena’s POV The clatter of dishes drifted up from the kitchen, mixed with Eliana’s sing-song humming. The sound should have been comforting. But nothing about this morning brought comfort. I slipped downstairs, pausing at the sight before me. Eliana was perched at the counter with her legs swinging, happily chattering to Leo, while Dominic stood at the stove—tie abandoned, shirt sleeves rolled up—as if he’d done this a hundred times. “Mommy!” Eliana squealed when she saw me. “Uncle Dom is making eggs, and Leo says they’re the best eggs in London!” Dominic shot me a quick look, one that lingered just a second too long, before turning back to flip something in the pan. “Leo has excellent taste.” I forced a small smile, walking over to brush Eliana’s curls back. “Did you even let him eat his toast first?” “He ate two,” Dominic said, sliding eggs onto her plate. “And negotiated with me over jam. She’s very persuasive.” Eliana nodded proudly, mouth already full. “I told him jam make

Chapter Forty Six (Lena’s POV)

Morning light spilt through the wide kitchen windows, painting the countertops in gold. The townhouse felt different today—ot felt more like somewhere we could… stay. Eliana sat at the table, swinging her legs as she smeared jam across toast in a way that made more mess than progress. “Leo wants honey too,” she announced seriously, setting the lion in front of her plate. Dominic, standing at the stove in a grey t-shirt and sweatpants, turned with a raised brow. “Leo’s a picky eater. First cookies, now honey?” Eliana giggled, proud of herself. “He’s royalty. He eats whatever he wants.” I covered my smile with my mug of coffee, watching them. Watching him. He looked so ordinary in that moment—barefoot, sleeves pushed up, brow furrowed slightly as he scrambled eggs. Nothing about him screamed ruthless CEO. He looked like… someone’s dad. “Mommy,” Eliana said through a mouthful of toast, “Uncle Dom makes good eggs.” I arched a brow. “You haven’t even tasted them yet.” “They look go

Chapter Forty Seven (Lena’s POV)

I woke to the faint sound of clattering downstairs, sunlight spilling pale and hesitant through the curtains. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was—this wasn’t my small apartment back home, or the quiet refuge I’d built for Eliana and me. It was London—Dominic’s house. The smell hit next. Toast. Coffee. Something warm and sweet I couldn’t quite name. My chest tightened. For years, mornings had meant rushing Eliana through breakfast, pulling myself together with little more than tea, and trying to block out memories of the man who’d once made my mornings softer. Now here I was, in his world again, and he was downstairs… cooking? “Mommy,” a sleepy voice mumbled beside me. Eliana sat up, her curls wild, Leo clutched to her chest. “I heard plates. Is Uncle Dom making pancakes?” I blinked at her. “You think so?” She nodded solemnly, eyes wide with certainty. “He wants us to stay.” The words hit like a pebble to the heart. I smoothed her curls and kissed her temple. “Let’s go find o

Chapter Forty Eight(Lena’s POV)

The silence stretched. He hadn’t looked away, not really, even after he’d said nothing. His eyes were too steady, his shoulders too rigid for it to be nothing. I felt the pull of it—the almost-conversation, the almost-confession—but my chest tightened, and I busied myself with wiping crumbs from the counter. “Pancakes are getting cold,” I said finally, my voice softer than I meant it to be. Dominic gave a faint nod, like he’d accepted his own retreat, and sat down opposite me. For a moment we were just two adults at a table, eating imperfect pancakes in silence. But every time our hands brushed reaching for the syrup or the fruit bowl, I felt the static crackle between us. By the time Eliana bounced back in, dragging Leo by his worn paw, the kitchen felt lighter. She filled the air with chatter about her room, about how Leo had “approved” the star-patterned blankets, and how she was “ready for more London adventures.” Dominic smiled at her, then at me. “We’ll keep it simple

Chapter Forty Nine (Dominic’s POV)

The South Bank was alive, the Thames glinting silver under a pale sun as we strolled along the riverwalk. Street performers strummed guitars, bubbles floated in the air, and the scent of roasted chestnuts carried on the breeze. Eliana skipped ahead, Leo dangling from her arm, her laughter mingling with the crowd’s hum. She tugged at my sleeve every few steps—pointing at a magician with bright scarves, at a busker painted head to toe in gold, at the Ferris wheel turning slowly against the skyline. “Uncle Dom, can we go on it? Please? It’s taller than a house—no, taller than ten houses!” I smiled despite myself. “It’s called the London Eye. Maybe later, if your mom says yes.” She turned her pleading eyes toward Lena, who walked just behind us, her scarf wrapped tight against the wind. Lena only shook her head with a faint smile, but her gaze flicked to me, quick and guarded. There was something in her eyes she wouldn’t say aloud—something that had lingered in the space between us si

Chapter Fifty (Lena’s POV)

When we returned from the river, the late afternoon light had already shifted into that golden wash that made the townhouse glow. Eliana darted ahead the moment the door opened, kicking off her shoes and announcing—loudly—that Leo was “exhausted from all the walking.”I let her run upstairs with her lion clutched tight, then set my coat neatly on the hook. My body ached from the hours of walking, but it wasn’t just fatigue pulling at me—it was the lingering weight of what happened at the river. The way Dominic had walked beside me was steady and close. The way he’d looked at me like he still had a claim.And the way I hadn’t stopped him.I poured myself a glass of water, staring out the window. The city noises drifted in faintly—a car horn—but in here, it was quiet. Too quiet.“Long day?”I turned. Dominic was leaning against the doorway, jacket off, sleeves rolled, the collar of his shirt loosened just enough to make him look… softer. Less like the sharp, untouchable man I’d spent ye

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