All Chapters of We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

VincentThe mansion was silent.Too silent.The kind of silence that pressed against your chest until it felt like breathing was work. Only the faint ticking of the antique clock echoed in the study — sharp, steady, and cruelly loud in the emptiness.I sat there, staring blankly at my desk, at the scattered papers, at the untouched glass of whiskey beside my hand. The dim lamp at the corner of the room cast a dull orange glow, painting long, tired shadows across the marble walls.But my eyes weren’t on the documents.They were on the screen in my hand.A photograph.Alice. Standing outside her apartment.And beside her — him.Adrian.He was wrapping his coat around her shoulders, and she was smiling up at him — that soft, unguarded smile I hadn’t seen in a long time." So that was why,she left after the incident at the meeting,to go see Adrian"Something tightened in my chest. My jaw locked. My fingers clenched around the phone until my knuckles turned pale.That image burned itself i

My office felt unusually quiet after the storm that had passed through the boardroom earlier. My body was still trembling slightly from all the anger and humiliation I’d felt. I sat in my chair, staring blankly at the files before me, but my hands were clenched so tightly that my knuckles had turned white.I took a long, shaky breath, closing my eyes. “You have to stop getting this angry, Alice,” I murmured under my breath. My palm instinctively moved to my belly. It was almost a subconscious gesture now — one that came whenever I was close to losing control.“Don’t worry, babies,” I whispered softly, stroking the spot gently. “We’ll finally get what we want. I promise.”The words came out in a whisper, but they grounded me somehow. I inhaled deeply, counting the rhythm of my breath. In and out. In and out. Slowly, the sharp edge of rage dulled into a quieter, colder determination.I reached for the small tin box hidden inside the drawer of my desk, opened it just slightly, and took o

As left the company, I didn’t even bother to greet anyone at the reception. My head was pounding, and my heart was heavier than I wanted to admit. The last thing I needed was another confrontation or another reminder of how chaotic my life had become.I clutched my bag tightly and walked straight out of the glass doors, breathing in the evening air like someone who had been drowning all day.The world outside the KNT building was alive as always — cars rushing by, people talking, city lights flickering against the dusky sky. But to me, everything felt strangely quiet. I wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion or the emotional weight pressing on my chest, but even the sound of traffic felt like it was happening miles away.I hailed a cab quickly and gave the driver the hospital’s address. I didn’t say much for the rest of the ride, only leaning my head against the window as I watched the city pass by in blurs of gold and blue.My thoughts were scattered.The meeting.Vincent.Lilian.“ S

Vincent’s eyes widened slightly. “Alice?” he repeated sharply, straightening up.“Yes, sir. She was involved in a road accident about twenty minutes ago. She’s currently in critical condition. We’re doing everything we can, but—”Vincent didn’t hear the rest. His body went cold. The words accident and critical condition echoed in his mind like hammer strikes.Without a second thought, he dropped the tube and ice pack from his hands, the items clattering onto the glass table.He didn’t say another word. He just moved fast, frantic. He grabbed his suit jacket, his car keys, and his phone in one motion.“Vincent ?” Lillian called after him, startled.But he was already at the door.“Vincent, wait! What happened?” she asked, standing quickly.He didn’t answer. His expression was tight, his steps urgent.She followed him out of the office, confusion and anger twisting inside her chest. “Where are you going?” she demanded, almost running to keep up with his pace.He turned sharply toward t

The corridor outside the emergency room was thick with tension, heavy with the sterile scent of antiseptic and the faint hum of machines from behind the glass. For what felt like hours, Vincent and Adrian stood there, wordless. The white light above their heads buzzed faintly. The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance. Every now and then, a nurse rushed past, carrying instruments or calling for another pair of hands.Both men were motionless — two storms waiting to break.Vincent’s jaw was tight, his hand buried deep in his pocket. The usually composed CEO looked different now — shadows under his eyes, the sharp edge of panic hidden behind a mask of control. His fingers twitched slightly against his thigh, betraying the nerves he refused to show.Adrian, on the other hand, stood a few feet away, his fists clenched, breathing uneven. He had been staring at the emergency room door so long that every time it creaked, his heart leapt painfully. He couldn’t remember the last time he f