Lahat ng Kabanata ng ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

GABRIELLE’S POV Selene took a step further into the room, holding her hands together behind her back. “That was hard to watch.” She was referring to my fight with Anya but I ignored her comment. “There’s nothing for us to chat about,” I responded calmly. A sharp contrast to how I felt inside. Her smile remained polite. “Of course, there is. I’m certain Damon must have told you who I am but nobody told me about you.” I held her gaze. “I didn’t realize introductions were mandatory.” “They aren’t,” she said easily. “I just like to know who’s important to the people I care about.” That landed softly, but it landed. She was admitting to still caring about Damon and thinks I’m important to him. Was I? I met her gaze in the mirror as I turned to use my mascara. “Then now you do.” She hummed, stepping closer to the sink but leaving space between us. “I suppose I do. You look… different from what I imagined.” I lifted a brow. “And what did you imagine?” She smi

GABRIELLE’S POV Damon’s eyes fell on me and I felt my breath hitch slightly. I held his gaze, waiting for him to look away first, but he didn’t. “Oh, hi Gabrielle,” Selene said, snapping the tension between us. I turned to her and managed my usual polite smile. “Hi, Selene. What were you guys talking about?” She giggled, as if I had said something funny. “We were just talking about funny moments of his mother and reminiscing about how sweet she was.” I blinked, not expecting her response. I could tell she had been waiting to throw that in my face all night. I cleared my throat. “Oh, that’s nice. Must be good memories, then.” She shook her head slowly. “No, not really. Today is her death anniversary. I noticed Damon here was drinking a lot so I decided to cheer him up.” Yay, someone is excited to be a jester. I turned to Damon, my chest tightening. I had no idea that today meant that much to him. I had no idea that was why he was punishing himself. He did tel

GABRIELLE’S POV By Christmas morning, the heat from the night before felt like a foreign memory, replaced by a tight and hollow ache in my chest that refused to loosen no matter how many times I breathed. John’s death — even though the man was a rude fuck — only reminded me how fickle life was and how much I hadn’t been living The police, along with John’s family lawyer, arrived early in the morning. Martha dabbed at her eyes with a tissue that looked suspiciously dry for someone who claimed she’d been devastated all night. I stood beside Damon as the cops questioned her. “I just—” her voice cracked on cue, and one of the officers leaned forward slightly. “John had a weak heart. I always told him not to get too excited but he never listened.” One of the officers glanced around the room. “Does he have any heart-related issues?” She sniffed, pressing the tissue harder now, as if willing tears to appear. “Yes. He would faint occasionally. I thought last night was the

GABRIELLE’S POV “That fucking bastard!” I shut the door behind me with more force than necessary, annoyed at Damon but even more annoyed at myself for not expecting him to turn back into the impenetrable wall that he was. One minute we were having fun and spending time together. Next, he ordered me to go inside, as if I were his staff and not his wife. I walked into the kitchen and dropped the ice cream on the counter, my appetite completely gone. Screw Damon! Screw him to hell and back. “Poor ice cream,” I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned to the doorway. “I’m not in the mood, Beatrice.” She smiled and stepped into the kitchen. “I guess I was wrong then. It’s not poor ice cream, it’s poor you.” “Excuse me?” Beatrice sat on one of the kitchen chairs and leaned over the counter. “You’re upset aren’t you? You and my grandnephew must have fought. And now, he’s spending time with the woman he should have married instead. They drove off to somewhere… pri

GABRIELLE’S POV I was just done packing my bags when I heard a knock on my door. I froze. What if it was Damon? No, I couldn’t let him see me like this. I got up from the bed and stood in front of the mirror, wiping my tears with the hem of my shirt. But my mascara was smudged and it wouldn’t come off unless I washed my face. “Gabrielle?” Fiorella’s voice floated into the room. “Are you decent? I’m coming in.” Shit. There was no way I could reach the bathroom before she walked in so I just gave up. The door pushed open, and she walked in, her hair still wet from the shower. She froze when she saw my face. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” My shoulders dropped. “I wish I knew.” Her eyes took in my appearance and turned to the bags beside my bed. “Gabby, are you leaving?” I nodded, blinking back the fresh tears that threatened to spill. “I am.” She entered the room and shut the door behind her. “Did you fight with Damon?” I shook my head, not wanting to s