All Chapters of Unexpectedly Married to a Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Xavier's POV “Xavier…” Amelia's voice was soft, barely audible. “Hm?” “I don’t know where to start.” “Start wherever you can,” I said gently. “I’m here. I’ll listen to everything.”She took a deep breath, then looked out the window. The rain reflected the garden lights, making her face appear dim—like a shadow about to fade away.“I used to think the only way to escape the past was to leave,” she said. “I left home, left him, left everything that made me feel like I couldn’t breathe. But it turns out, running away never really solves anything.”I stayed silent, watching her. Her voice trembled, but she kept speaking, as if she had finally given up fighting herself.“When I married you, I thought I just needed a safe place. I never thought you’d actually care. Because before

Xavier's POV Morning came with gentle light slipping through the curtains. The scent of wet earth lingered from last night’s rain, adding a calm rarely felt in this house. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the warmth of sunlight on my face—and another kind of warmth beside me. Amelia was still asleep, wrapped in the blanket, her face peaceful.   The birds in the trees chirped softly, as if they too were celebrating the stillness of that morning. Amelia was still sitting on the park bench, her fingers playing with the handle of her cup, now gone cold. I watched her from the side, noticing how the sunlight filtered through her messy hair, casting a soft golden hue across the strands.I had never seen her this calm before. Usually, there was something in her eyes—wariness, fear, or the weight of something she was trying to hide. But this morning was different. There was a quiet peace between us, fragile but rea

Xavier's POV Maybe love isn’t always about possession. Sometimes, love is simply about walking beside someone as they find themselves.And I knew that’s what I wanted to do. To walk with Amelia not to fix her, not to hold her back, but to stand beside her until she was ready to reveal the whole truth.Somehow, I believed… when that day came, we wouldn’t fall apart. We’d just change. Together.I stepped back inside, hearing the sound of typing again faster now, more certain.I stopped at the doorway of the study, listening to it for a while. Something was different this time. No more hesitation, no more half-finished sentences. Every keystroke sounded steady, like a heartbeat finally finding its rhythm.Leaning against the doorframe, I watched her from a distance. Amelia was completely absorbed, her face serious but calm. Sometimes she paused, looking at the screen before continuing again. Her hair fell over part of her face, but beneath that shadow, I could see something maybe streng

Xavier's POV Amelia fell silent for a long moment, then placed her cup on the table. “And what if I don’t want to leave?” I looked at her and smiled faintly. “Then I’ll stay.”Silence again—but this time it wasn’t frightening. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and for the first time since all of this began, I felt something almost like peace. Night slowly descended. The light from the study still glowed softly, as if bearing witness to our journey—two wounded souls trying to find a way to heal together.When she finally whispered, her voice was barely audible. “Thank you for not giving up on me.” I replied without turning to her, “I’m also learning not to give up on myself.” She didn’t respond right away. She only took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I could feel the weight slowly leaving her should

Amelia's POV The air between us felt fragile, heavy with things neither of us dared to say.I could hear the faint ticking of the kitchen clock, the soft rustle of the trees outside after the rain. The silence wasn’t cold this time. It was full of uncertainty, fear, and something that almost felt like hope. Xavier didn’t move for a long time. His hand was still resting near mine on the counter, not quite touching, but close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. I wanted to reach for it, to hold it to hold him but I was afraid that the moment I did, everything I’d built to protect myself would fall apart. “Amelia,” he said quietly. My name left his lips like a sigh. “You’re shaking.” I hadn’t even realized it. My fingers trembled where they clutched the hem of my shirt. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine. Just cold.