Lahat ng Kabanata ng Three Years With My Billionaire Husband: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

I stood surrounded by men who wanted nothing but to silence me.Their eyes were cold. Their hands were ready.They claimed it was not an arrest but their tight grip on me told me otherwise.But I smiled.It was not because I was brave.But because I knew they were getting scared and now taking rash decisions. It’s only a matter of time before the people join forces to bring them down.I followed them willingly but I would rather die than let them win.Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through my belly.I froze. My eyes widened.My hand flew to my stomach at once. I held it tightly, as if I could protect what was inside with just my palm.I gasped in pain.My breathing changed. It became heavy. Broken.The world around me went quiet.“Adrian,” I shouted. I needed help but I was in so much pain to even speak.Maybe the so called security officers thought I was faking it, they didn’t even take a step to help.I felt my head spun.My vision blurred.I was loosing it and no one was helping.I co

Adrian’s POV“We are sorry, sir.”The words sounded the same every time.Empty.Powerless.This was the third group I had sent to search the sea.And this was the third time I was hearing the same thing.Nothing found.No body.No trace.No sign.I placed both hands on my desk.My head dropped forward.I stared at the wood beneath me.Two months.Two long months.“Two months have passed already, sir,” one of the men said carefully. “The sea changes everything. Currents move fast. Evidence disappears. We searched nearby islands. We spoke to fishermen. No one saw anything.”I nodded slowly.But I did not accept it.I stood up.My legs felt weak, but I forced them to move.I walked to the window.The city stretched out beautifully beneath me.Cars moved.People walked.Life continued.The sun shone brightly.How could the world still be this normal?How could people still laugh? They all forgot the one who fought so hard to protect them. I blinked several times to push the tears back.I

My life had become a prison I could not escape. Every corner of the house reminded me of Amara. Her laughter, her soft voice, the way she would rest her hand on mine—it haunted me. But worse than the memories was what I had done. The guilt. The shame. The betrayal. It burned inside me like fire.I sat on the edge of my bed. The clock read past twelve. Sunlight fell weakly through the curtains, dust floating in the beams. I did not care. I did not care about breakfast, work, or life itself. Every breath felt heavy. My chest was tight. My stomach knotted.I could not drink. Not after that night. I had promised myself. Never again. The wine, the escape, the lies to myself—they were useless now.A soft knock came at the door. I did not move. My hands shook. My body felt numb.The door opened slightly. Seraphine stepped in. Her eyes widened when she saw me.I stood suddenly, fists clenched. “What are you doing here?” My voice was cold. Sharp. Full of anger.Her head dropped. Her voice trem

I ran through the streets like a man possessed. My chest heaved, my legs ached, but I could not stop. I had to see her again. I had to make sure.I turned to a corner and froze. There she was. The same hair. The same curves. The same height, walking down the street without a care in the world.My heart jumped. She was alive. She had to be.I ran toward her, shouting her name. My hands reached out. My mind screamed with hope. But the moment I got close and spun her to face me… my heart sank.It wasn’t Amara. Not her.I stumbled back, unable to breathe. My mind reeled. Was the woman in my room an illusion too? Had I mistaken her for Amara in the darkness?Desperate, I sprinted back to the hotel. I demanded the CCTV footage. The receptionist frowned.“Why do you need it?” she asked, her tone teasing.I stared at her, my face squeezed and filled with disgust.I didn’t answer. I dropped money on the counter. Enough to silence any question.She blinked. Then, slowly, handed me the footage.

I kept following her.Everywhere Liana went, I went. Every step she took, I was there. At first, I was really curious about what this woman was planning. I hide myself and watched her day to day activities carefully.She lived quite a normal life. She had almost 3 jobs that it made me wonder if she every rest at all.In the morning she worked at the company. In the evening she goes to run errand and then at later work at her part time store.I wondered why she needed to work so hard.I followed her quietly as she walked down a lonely path on her way back him.Her pace quickened immediately, her shoulders tensed, her eyes darted nervously. Fear slowly crept in, painting her expression with panic.Finally, she stopped. Turned sharply. “Why are you following me?” Her voice was sharp, trembled slightly, but held a wall of defiance.Then she froze. “It’s you!” She looked confused.“I’m waiting,” I said simply, “for you to prove you’re not Amara.”Her shoulders dropped in frustration. “I al