All Chapters of The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

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

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

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

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