All Chapters of We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Soft hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet room. My eyelids fluttered open again but slowly . A faint sting of light pressing against them. For a second, I couldn’t remember where I was — the sterile white ceiling above me, the faint scent of antiseptic, the steady beep of a monitor somewhere beside me.Then everything came rushing back — the mall, the road, the screech of tires, the way my knees hit the pavement before everything blurred into darkness. My body ached as I tried to move, a deep, heavy pain pulling through my ribs.My eyes darted around the room. It didn’t take long to realize this wasn’t a regular hospital ward. The curtains were thicker, the walls were painted soft beige, and a private television was fixed to the wall. Even the sheets smelled faintly of lavender. A VIP ward.I swallowed hard. I turned my head, and my breath caught slightly when I saw Adrian. Sitting by the window, the soft afternoon light brushed over his features — His arms were crossed, his

It’s been a week now since I was admitted to the hospital. The sterile smell of disinfectant had begun to fade from my senses, replaced by the mild scent of lilies from the countless bouquets that lined the windowsill. Sunlight filtered through the thin blinds, painting faint lines across my blanket. My discharge papers sat on the bedside table, neatly stacked and signed by the nurse.Vincent came in just as I was tying my hair back, his steps calm but his presence heavy — the kind that filled every inch of air and made silence louder than sound. He was dressed, as always, in his dark tailored suit, his eyes sharp and unreadable as he checked the last of the documents.His assistant was already handling the paperwork, brisk and efficient. I could tell from the way he kept glancing between us that he felt the tension in the room. No one ever really knew what to say when Vincent was around especially when he was like this: composed, distant, and carrying an aura that said don’t ask too

Vincent’s POVI’ve been sitting behind this desk since morning, buried under reports, documents, and endless emails. The keys of my laptop keep clicking a steady rhythm that fills the silence. It’s the same sound I’ve been hearing for hours, maybe because I don’t want to think about anything else.Work helps me stay composed. Numbers, figures, and plans don’t ask questions. They don’t bring up the things I don’t want to face.I scan through the next file, sign it, and slide it across the table. My assistant walks in quietly, holding a folder and tablet.“Sir, should I send this to the design team now?” he asks.“Send it. And tell logistics to adjust the delivery schedule for the northern branch. No mistakes this time,” I reply, keeping my eyes on the screen.He nods, then hesitates. “Sir… about the visit to the police station. Should I prepare the car for you and Miss Alice?”My pen stops. The air in the room feels different all of a sudden. I rest my hand on the paper, still not lo

The moment we stepped into the police station, the heavy air of authority pressed down on me. The faint scent of stale paper, old coffee, and cold metal filled the space. The station was quieter than I expected, but it wasn’t calm there was an undercurrent of tension running through the corridors, as if every person walking past was burdened with someone’s secret, someone’s crime.The officer at the front desk immediately straightened when he saw Vincent. His eyes widened slightly before he greeted him with a deep nod, his tone sharp and respectful.“Good evening, Mr. Markston ,Mrs. Markston,” he said politely, glancing briefly at me before looking away.Mrs. Markston The title still felt strange every time someone said it aloud. The sound carried a weight I didn’t know how to hold anymore.Vincent gave a curt nod, as calm and unreadable as always, his hand resting loosely in his pocket. “We’re here about the case from last week,” he said. His voice was deep but soft, the kind of voi

Alice’s PoV Immediately I got to the mansion, I quickly rushed upstairs, not even caring that the maids were staring at me in horror. My entire body trembled as I kicked off my shoes and staggered straight into the bathroom. I didn’t even bother turning on the warm water; I twisted the shower knob and let the cold rush pour down on me.I stood there, motionless, as the icy water soaked my hair and ran down my skin, mixing with the sticky red stains all over me. Vincent’s blood.It was everywhere on my hands, on my sleeves, smeared across my neck. My reflection in the bathroom mirror looked like a ghost. My lips trembled as I pressed my hand against my stomach.“Babies…” I whispered shakily, my voice breaking into sobs. “Pray nothing happens to your father. Please… please, don’t take him away from me.”The words barely escaped my mouth before I broke down completely. My knees gave out under me, and I sank to the cold tiles, my hands clutching at my robe, trembling uncontrollably. Th