บททั้งหมดของ I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!!: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

ELOWEN The words left me evenly. Not rushed. Not sharp. As if I had already carried them long enough that their weight no longer shook my voice.The sea continued its relentless rhythm behind us, waves colliding with stone as though nothing significant had just been said. Abraham didn’t respond immediately. For a moment, he remained exactly as he had been— facing the horizon, hands resting on the railing, his shoulders squared.Then, slowly, he turned toward me. It was the first time he truly looked at me since the confession.His gaze was steady, probing, stripped of diplomacy. “Are you saying,” he asked carefully, “that you want to go back to the man who humiliated you publicly?” “You want to return to Adrian?”I met his eyes without flinching and shook my head once. “No. Not him.” My voice didn’t waver. “I have nothing to do with Adrian anymore. And the child doesn’t belong to him either.”That did it… For the first time that night, something fractured in his composure. His brow

ELOWEN The moment I stepped inside the drawing room, understanding hit me like a cold wave.They were all there.My grandmother sat at the head of the room, her spine perfectly straight, her expression sharp and unforgiving. My father stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, his face carved from stone. My brother hovered nearby, agitation radiating off him in restless movements.And my mother…She sat slightly apart, hands clasped tightly in her lap, eyes red and swollen — as though she had already cried herself empty.The atmosphere was dense and expectant.A servant closed the door behind me. Everyone heard the sound. No one spoke at first though.Then my grandmother rose slowly, her cane tapping against the floor as she approached, her gaze slicing through me like a blade.“What have you done?” she demanded, her voice trembling not with hurt, but with fury, “you ungrateful child?”I didn’t flinch. The previous Elowen would have perhaps, but this one, not a chance. “You embarrasse

ELOWEN As we had promised, we stayed… There was never really a discussion about it. No debate, no weighing of options. The moment uncle woke up, the idea of going home felt wrong— almost cruel. How could we possibly sleep peacefully in a warm bed while he lay in a hospital room after twenty years trapped inside his own body?So we stayed…The room beside him was quiet and private, separated by a thick wall and a promise Alexander had made— to not leave his father alone again. No one objected. No one even tried. The nurses spoke to Alexander with a familiarity that told me this wasn’t new. He had done this before. Stayed. Waited. Refused to leave.And now, I was staying too.Dinner was simple and subdued. We ate because we had to, not because we were hungry. The clink of cutlery sounded too loud in the quiet room. My thoughts were elsewhere— drifting back to the mansion, to my mother’s tear-filled eyes, to the way I had walked out without looking back… If someone I care for in that

ELOWEN“What did you just say?” he asked slowly. His tone was still drifting between shock and reality. I didn’t back down. I didn’t blink either. “You heard me,” I said, every syllable deliberate. “I’m done being afraid of ghosts you refuse to name.”Alexander stepped closer behind me—not to pull me away, but to stand with me.Cassian stared at me for a long moment, something unreadable passing through his eyes. He didn’t shout. That was the first thing that told me I had finally shaken him.He stood there in the sterile hospital corridor, his shoulders squared, spine straight, expression carefully arranged into the familiar mask of control he wore like armor. But his eyes— they betrayed him. Just for a flicker. A fracture so brief he probably thought no one saw it.I saw it though. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” he said calmly, his voice low, and measured. Dangerous in its restraint. “Not when you’re emotional.”I let out a slow breath through my nose, the kind meant to

ALEXANDERI watched Cassian leave from the far end of the corridor, his back straight, his steps measured, his composure intact in the way only men trained to obey can manage. He doesn’t look back. That was deliberate. If he did, he might not walk away at all.Fractured, but not lost. That was my assessment.I slide my hands into my pockets and turn toward the glass wall separating me from the private ward. Inside, my father lies still, monitors humming softly, lines tracing the rhythm of a life that should have been stolen from him decades ago.Dad… The name still feels strange on my tongue, even now.I stand there for a long moment, unmoving, cataloguing details the way I always do when control threatens to slip. His breathing is steady. The IV line is clean. No signs of distress. The doctor assured me twice already— he is stable. Awake for short periods. Confused, but lucid.I lowered my gaze to the tablet in my hand and brought up the hospital’s security feed. Corridor cameras.