All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 50— The Woman She Became AlonePOV: MelissaThe first thing Melissa learned abroad was how to be invisible.Not weak.Not small.Invisible in the way shadows understood walls.The city didn’t pause for her grief or curiosity. People walked past her without slowing, eyes fixed forward, conversations flowing in a language that moved faster than comfort allowed. No one whispered her name. No one recognized her face. No one measured her worth against a marriage that failed or a child she couldn’t protect.She liked that.Invisibility gave her space to breathe.Her apartment was small too small for someone who once lived in rooms that echoed but it was hers. One bedroom. One narrow balcony with rusted rails. One window that overlooked a street that never truly slept.Sirens. Laughter. Vendors shouting late into the night.Life didn’t care that she was rebuilding.At night, Melissa wrapped herself in a blanket and sat by the window, listening. Sometimes she didn’t understand a singl

CHAPTER 52 — The Body Keeps the ScorePOV: Melissa’s FatherPain no longer announced itself.It arrived quietly, like a guest that had overstayed its welcome and decided it owned the house.Mr. Williams woke to the sound of his own breathing—uneven, shallow, unfamiliar. The ceiling above him blurred until he forced his eyes to focus. Morning light slipped through the curtains, thin and pale.He knew that light.It meant another day he wasn’t sure he deserved.A nurse entered softly. “Good morning, sir.”He nodded. Talking cost too much these days.“How are we feeling?”He almost laughed.Instead, he closed his eyes.The truth sat heavy on his chest: his body was failing faster than anyone admitted aloud.And worse he was surrounded by people who thought his silence meant ignorance.Alice came later.She always came later.Her perfume arrived before she did, sharp and deliberate. She sat beside his bed, smoothing the blanket with practiced affection.“You should eat,” she said gently.

CHAPTER 54 — Cold Ground, New SkinPOV: MelissaThe city didn’t welcome her.That was the first thing Melissa noticed.No warmth. No curiosity. No gentle easing into belonging. Just cold air that cut through her coat and a language that moved too fast for comfort.It was perfect.She stepped out of the airport with a single suitcase and a name that no one here recognized. No expectations followed her. No history clung to her shadow. For the first time in years, she wasn’t someone’s daughter, someone’s problem, someone’s inconvenience.She was just a woman standing alone on unfamiliar ground.The apartment was small. Too small for the life she once lived. One bedroom. Narrow windows. Furniture that smelled faintly of dust and disuse. The heater rattled when she turned it on, protesting like it hadn’t been used in a while.Melissa dropped her bag and stood in the center of the room.This was where it would begin.That night, she didn’t unpack. She lay on the mattress fully clothed, star

CHAPTER 56 — What Silence Bought ThemPOV: AliceAlice noticed the dust first.It sat on the shelf beside the staircase, thin but stubborn, the kind that returned no matter how often it was wiped away. Melissa used to clean that corner herself. Not because anyone asked—because she couldn’t stand disorder.Alice stared at it longer than necessary, then walked past.The house functioned without Melissa. That much was obvious. Meals were eaten when people remembered. Conversations happened only when needed. Doors stayed closed more often than open.It wasn’t warm.But it was efficient.Alice liked efficiency.She spent most mornings in her room now, scrolling through her phone, answering messages she hadn’t bothered replying to before. People reached out more when they sensed opportunity. Old friends. Former classmates. Women who suddenly wanted to “catch up.”She didn’t question why.Downstairs, Castor had begun treating the living room like his personal space. Shoes discarded anywhere

CHAPTER 58 — Things That Don’t Feel UrgentPOV: AliceAlice didn’t like hospitals.They smelled like endings people pretended weren’t coming.She stood beside her husband’s bed, arms folded loosely, eyes fixed on the doctor’s mouth instead of his eyes. Doctors always said too much with their eyes before their words caught up.“We need to talk about long-term care,” he was saying now. “Your husband’s condition has progressed faster than we anticipated.”Alice nodded slowly, as if she were listening.Progressed was such a polite word.“And what exactly does that mean?” she asked.The doctor hesitated. “It means we should prepare for… decline. There may be complications. Decisions that need to be made sooner rather than later.”Alice smiled faintly. “He’s been declining for years.”The doctor didn’t smile back.“This is different,” he said. “He’s weaker. His responses are slower. There’s also the matter of consent.”Alice tilted her head. “Consent?”“For future procedures,” he explained.