All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Deaf Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ELIAS YOU COULD have stopped this. This was your fault. You let your pride ruin you and your family. You brought this upon yourself. Silencing the thoughts that rose like coals in my mind was impossible as I wove through New York, my fingers clamped on the steering wheel of my sports car, my heart pounding with a mix of fear, anger, and regret. When I heard Maria’s frantic voice, the world tilted. I nearly let Isaac fall, and only Riley’s quick hands kept him safe as she caught him and laughed it off like one of my reckless stunts. She made light of it, but I felt like a leaf blown by the wind, unsteady and useless. For a full five minutes I stood frozen, breath shallow, every muscle in my body refusing to obey. Fear crawled through my veins and tightened my chest until I could not think. It took Riley’s hard shove and the sound of her voice to snap me back into action. I did not wait. As soon as Maria gave me the address, I put the pedal down and drove. I called Kola while

MARIAAll the while I rested on Elias’s shoulder, I couldn’t stop thinking about the one thing I was yet to tell him. I knew this wasn’t the right time. His friend; his trusted shoulder, had just been shot, I had been caught up in a terrifying car chase and a life-threatening accident, and everything else that had been crashing down on us over the past month still hung heavy in the air.But I couldn’t stop thinking that I had to tell him. With the way our lives had been spiraling, who knew what else could happen to us? Who knew when next our fragile peace would be stolen, with Edward still on the run and Lucia still hell-bent on destroying my family?Elias’s fingers moved slowly through my hair, his lips brushing my forehead with gentle kisses every once in a while as we spoke about Kola’s recovery.“The doctors said the bullet grazed his lungs, but the damage wasn’t severe. They just needed to patch things up, and he’ll be good as new,” he said, his voice steady but still carrying t

MARIA The drive home between Elias and me was tense, weighed down by all the words we hadn’t said. After I woke up, I immediately demanded to see the doctor privately. Elias excused us, but not before throwing me some strange looks that made guilt twist in my stomach. I hated keeping things from him, but before telling the father, I needed to be certain my baby was doing okay. The doctor had frowned at me when I made the request to speak to him alone. He frowned again when I asked about my baby, whether he or she was healthy, whether everything was progressing as it should. He was just about to say something else when Elias walked back in, forcing the doctor to clamp up. My discharge was quick and uncomplicated. I hadn’t sustained any serious injuries from the crash. All my body needed was adequate rest so the pregnancy could fully take hold and strengthen. Now Elias was driving us home, and he hadn’t said a single word to me. I hadn’t tried either. What could I say? I kne

MARIAMorning sickness was an agent of darkness.I had quickly forgotten how terrible it used to be, especially after being free of it for five long years. But now, waking up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom only to end up on my knees, throwing up everything I had in my stomach, including its bitter juices, was pure torture.It was a wonder why it was ever called “Morning Sickness” and not “All-Time Sickness.” I was literally sick all the time.And then there was Elias.It had been three weeks since that day in his office, the day I finally forced the words out of my mouth and told him about the pregnancy. Three long weeks, and we still hadn’t said much to each other since then.That day hurt almost as much as leaving him the first time.I didn’t know exactly what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. Elias had always been indifferent to most things, but never with me. With me, his emotions had always been right there on display. He showed me he loved me. He showed Isaac

ELIAS “Are you sure about this, boss? Maria wouldn’t like it,” Kola asked me for what felt like the hundredth time. I nodded again, still refusing to meet his eyes, my gaze fixed on the document in front of me; my final draft to hand over everything to Maria and Isaac. I wasn’t sure about anything anymore. All I knew was that I had to do what was right by her. Nothing else mattered. The past few weeks had been nothing short of hell. Hell because I had to pretend I didn’t miss Maria. Pretend I didn’t care. Pretend I didn’t stay up at night watching her sleep from afar. Pretend I wasn’t the one leaving cups of warm water by her bedside after every bout of morning sickness. Pretend I didn’t give strict orders to the chef to prepare her favorite meals or stock up the fridge with her favorite ice creams and chocolates. Maria had confined herself to one part of the house, our bedroom and Isaac’s, while I’d withdrawn to the other: my office. My days were spent drowning in endless m