Semua Bab The Billionaire Who Forgot His Marriage: Bab 21 - Bab 30

NOAH’S POV “Are you going to keep pacing, or are you finally going to tell me what’s wrong with you?”Nathan’s voice hit my back like a cold slap. I didn’t turn around at first. I didn’t want him to see the panic on my face, or the way my fingers wouldn’t stop shaking. I just kept staring out the tall glass windows of Adrian’s office, watching the city lights flicker like restless stars. Everything felt loud. Too loud. The cars. The wind. My own heartbeat.“I’m fine,” I said.“That’s a lie,” he replied instantly. “And a bad one.”I closed my eyes for a moment. Nathan had always been annoyingly perceptive. It was one thing when he was Adrian’s right hand, analyzing business deals like a machine. But when that same attention was on me, it felt like being dissected.He moved closer, his steps soft but steady, until he was standing a few feet behind me. I could feel his eyes burning into my back.“Noah,” he said quietly, “you saw something in that meeting room. What was it?”I turned the

I didn’t sleep the night before. I kept staring at the ceiling, listening to the slow ticking of the wall clock, waiting for morning to come. My body stayed still, but my mind moved like a storm. Too many thoughts. Too many fears. And one name burning through everything, Adrian.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face from yesterday. The pain in it. The shock. The anger he tried to hide but failed. I saw the moment he realized I had kept something from him. I replayed it again and again, like torture I couldn’t switch off.When the sun finally rose, it didn’t feel like a new day. It felt like the last thin string holding everything together was about to snap.I got up slowly, showered, dressed, and forced myself out of the room. The cold air outside the apartment brushed against my face as I walked, but it didn’t clear my head. Nothing did.The drive to school felt endless. Every stoplight felt like a countdown. Every turn reminded me that I would soon have to see him. And I didn’

ADRIAN’S POV I didn’t know how long we had been moving through the city. Every step, every shadow, every quiet street felt like a trap waiting to snap. My legs burned, my chest ached, and my head throbbed from the sedatives still lingering in my system. Yet, Noah’s hand never left mine. His grip was firm, steady, unyielding, and for some small part of me, it made the terror tolerable.“Adrian… keep your eyes open. Watch the corners,” Noah whispered, his voice calm but tense. I nodded weakly, blinking against the darkness. I felt like my body was betraying me, like it wanted to collapse in the middle of the street, like I could just… stop. But I couldn’t, not with him watching, not with him carrying me through this nightmare.My head rested lightly against his shoulder as we moved down an empty alley. I could hear the distant hum of the city, faint enough that every little noise, every scuff of shoes, every metal clang, felt amplified, threatening. I swallowed hard, trying to push the

“I don’t want you near him today.”That was the first thing Victoria said the moment I stepped into her office. She didn’t even look up from her documents. Her voice was calm, almost bored, but every word carried a cold command meant to snap around my throat like a leash.I closed the door behind me. “Mother, I didn’t come here to talk about Noah.”Her pen paused. Slowly, she lifted her head. Her eyes were sharp, pale, unreadable. “Everything is about him now.”I hated how true it felt.The office smelled like jasmine and iron, the smell of every childhood memory where she taught me how to stand, how to speak, how to never show weakness. Even now, a part of me wanted to sit straighter, breathe quieter, obey without thinking.But I didn’t sit. I didn’t move closer. I wasn’t here to surrender.“I saw the press report,” she continued. “They are painting him as a victim. Again.”“He is a victim,” I said, surprising myself with how steady my voice was.Her eyes sharpened. “He is an opportu

ADRIAN'S PovThe car moved through the city without sound, like the world itself was holding its breath. I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, watching lights blur into long streaks. My hands were resting on my lap, but they wouldn’t stop shaking.Noah was driving. Focused. Silent.That scared me more than if he had been angry.Everything he told me earlier kept replaying in my head. The accident. The hospital. My mother standing over me while pieces of my life were quietly removed. I felt like someone had taken scissors to my memories, cutting out anything that didn’t serve her.I pressed my fingers together, trying to ground myself.“You don’t have to go,” I said finally.Noah didn’t look at me. “Yes, I do.”“She asked for me,” I replied. “Not you.”“She threatened me,” he said calmly. “That makes it my problem.”I fell silent.The building came into view minutes later. Tall. Clean. Cold. Glass walls that reflected power and money. My mother’s private office tower. I