Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s Betrayed Bride: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

SOFIA’S POVThe city looked different at night.Not softer or prettier. Just honest.There was something about the darkness that stripped everything down to what it really was. No pretending, no polished smiles, no carefully crafted lies. Just the truth.Raw, unfiltered and unforgiving truth.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my apartment, arms folded tightly across my chest as I stared out at the skyline.Cars moved like tiny streaks of light below. People existed somewhere out there. Laughing, living, unaware that entire worlds could collapse in a single night.Lucky them.My reflection stared back at me in the glass. Same face, same eyes. But I didn’t recognize her anymore.Not after last night, not after the bitter truth I'd faced.A quiet scoff slipped from my lips. “Not yours.”The words echoed again, relentless and uninvited.I closed my eyes briefly, but it didn’t help. If anything, it made it worse.Because now I could hear everything. Every detail, every pause and e

RILEY’S POVThe door didn’t close immediately after she left. It stayed slightly ajar, like the house itself wasn’t sure what had just happened.And honestly? Neither was I.I stood exactly where she’d left me, my body still, my mind not. Not even close.Sofia’s words lingered in the air like something unfinished, something that refused to settle into meaning no matter how many times I replayed them.I let out a slow breath, dragging a hand through my hair as I finally moved toward the door and shut it gently.The soft click echoed louder than it should have, because everything felt louder now.I turned back into the living room, my gaze drifting unconsciously to the spot where she had been standing just moments ago.It didn’t feel real, nothing about that conversation felt real.Sofia, apologizing? Admitting she was wrong?Looking at me like….I frowned slightly. Like what?Like she wasn’t sure of herself, like she wasn’t in control, like she wasn’t playing a role.And that was the p

RILEY’S POVThe apartment was unusually quiet that evening. The hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the wall clock, even the soft swish of the curtains brushing against the window frame felt louder than usual. And yet, despite the silence, tension had already begun to coil in the air, thick and almost suffocating.Claire sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed, her brows pulled tightly together. I could feel her patience snapping even before a single word was spoken.“Riley,” she said finally, voice steady but firm. “We need to talk.”I shifted uncomfortably, trying to sink into the couch cushions like I could disappear entirely. But Claire wasn’t the type to let things slide. Not with me especially.“I already told you,” I murmured, not meeting her gaze. “There’s nothing to talk about.”Her eyes narrowed. “Nothing to talk about? Riley, you’ve been keeping this from him for months!”“Claire…” I signed.“You’re still hiding it from Aiden, and it’s not like this is a small se

RILEY’S POVThe evening air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of the city as we walked toward the restaurant. I had no idea how I ended up here. Dinner with Aiden, Claire, and even Owen, who had insisted on joining. Part of me felt slightly nervous, another part excited, though I wasn’t entirely sure why. Maybe it was the normalcy of it all, the way life felt like it could finally continue, even with a baby growing inside me.Aiden walked beside me, his hand brushing mine lightly, casual, yet reassuring. I kept my head down, pretending to adjust my bag, but I could feel the quiet strength in his presence, grounding me, reminding me that I wasn’t alone in this.We were shown to a table in the back corner of the restaurant. Claire immediately pulled out her chair for me, as if I were royalty, and I laughed softly. She had that way of making even ordinary moments feel like celebrations. Owen followed with a grin, already reaching for the menu. Aiden and I settled into our seats

ETHAN’S POV“They did what?” My voice didn’t just rise, it shattered.The glass of whiskey in my hand hit the wall before my lawyer could even respond. It exploded on impact, shards scattering across the polished surface like the remains of something that had already been broken long before now.He didn’t flinch, that annoyed me even more.“I understand this is upsetting…”“Upsetting?” I let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh, dragging my hand through my hair.“You walk in here and tell me that everything I own, everything I’ve built is being handed over to Riley, and you think ‘upsetting’ covers it?”“It’s not everything,” he said carefully.I turned to him slowly. “Say that again.”“There are still assets under litigation, but the majority of your holdings. Properties, liquid accounts tied to the joint marital framework are being reassigned pending final confirmation.”My jaw tightened. “Pending?”“Yes.”“So it’s not final.”“Not yet.”Relief didn’t come, because I knew pending meant