Semua Bab ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Ariana’s POV I woke up warm.That was the first thing I noticed—not the light filtering through the curtains, or the unfamiliar quiet, but the warmth that still clung to me like an afterimage. The couch beneath me was soft in a way my old one wasn’t, and for one half-dazed second, I thought he was still there.Alex.My fingers tightened around nothing.Reality slid back into place slowly, cruelly. The blanket was tucked around my shoulders. The apartment was quiet as the coffee machine was chiming. There was no steady breathing beside me. Just the low hum of the city and the hollow space where he had been.I sat up, rubbing my eyes.I got and walked to the room and straight to the bag where I had threw my phone into. I turned it on but I knew better than to check it.I checked it anyway.The screen lit up and exploded with different notifications stacked over one another. There were tags, mentions, messages from numbers I didn’t recognize, screenshots of screenshots. Headlines dre

Alex’s POV The Sterling estate looked the same as it always had—immaculate, imposing, and designed to remind you exactly who you were in relation to it.That you were small. Even I felt it sometimes.The gravel crunched beneath the tires as the car came to a stop. Through the tall iron gates, the house rose in pale stone and glass, warm lights glowing from within like it was welcoming us in.It wasn’t.I stepped out first and turned back just as Ariana emerged from the other side of the car.She wore a black gown which was simple but elegant. It had no designer logo as we attempt to impress. Her hair fell loose down her back, and for a brief second, I forgot how to breathe.She looked composed and that’s all that mattered.“You okay?” I asked quietly.She nodded once. “As I’ll ever be.”That wasn’t reassurance. It was resolved.Inside, the house smelled like cedarwood and old money. Voices drifted from the dining room, low and controlled, already layered with judgment.Victoria was t

Ariana’s POVThe next day passed like it didn’t belong to me. It was noise without meaning.I woke up late, sunlight already crawling across the floor of Alex’s apartment, bright and invasive. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. Then the ceiling came into focus and the weight of the previous night settled into my chest all at once.The dinner, Alex mother’s eyes. Victoria’s smile that felt like a blade wrapped in silk.I sat up, dragging a hand down my face. My body felt off. I wasn’t sick. It just felt wrong, like something had shifted slightly out of place while I wasn’t paying attention.Alex was gone. A note sat on the counter, written in that sharp, controlled handwriting of his.Meeting ran long. Take the day. Do whatever you need. Call me.I told myself I was grateful for it.I showered, letting the water scald my skin, trying to rinse away the feeling that I was being watched even in silence. When I got dressed, I chose something simple, if was a jean, soft sweater

Ariana’s POV Hospitals have a smell that makes honesty unavoidable.It hit me the second I stepped through the sliding doors—antiseptic and something faintly metallic. I paused inside, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag, heart already racing like it knew something I didn’t want to hear yet.This was real now. Not a late-night spiral or paranoia. Not exhaustion or stress or the way my body had been off for months in small, deniable ways.I checked in at the front desk with a voice that didn’t quite sound like mine and took a seat in the waiting area.It had some plastic chairs, daytime TV murmuring nonsense. A woman across from me rubbing her belly absentmindedly while her partner scrolled on his phone.I looked away.My knee bounced uncontrollably. I tried to breathe through it, slow and steady, but my chest felt too tight—like my lungs were negotiating for space. I kept thinking about last night. David at the door. His hand on my wrist. The way my body had reacted be

Alex’s POVI saw her before she saw me.She was walking down the sidewalk with her coat half-buttoned, head slightly bowed like she was bracing against more than just the cold. The late afternoon light caught in her hair, dull instead of warm, and something in the way she moved…careful, inward, made my chest tighten.Ariana always walked like she was ready to bolt. Today, she looked like she’d already been running.I pulled the car over without thinking, hazard lights blinking uselessly as I watched her through the windshield. She stopped at the curb, staring across the street like she couldn’t remember where she was headed next. For a second, she looked very small.That was it. Decision made.I got out of the car.“Ariana.”She flinched when she heard her name, shoulders tensing before she turned. Her eyes landed on me and widened, surprise flickering into something softer—and then quickly buried.“Alex,” she said. “I didn’t know you were—”“I wasn’t,” I said. “I just got lucky.”S