Todos los capítulos de I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Jason.They denied me.Not with force. Not with confrontation or with raised voices, no security escorts, no spectacle that would justify anger. Just a nurse with a polite smile and an administrator who spoke in that carefully neutral tone institutions use when they want refusal to sound reasonable.“Only listed family permitted.*The words were soft. Procedural. Almost apologetic. They were still a denial.I didn't leave immediately either. I remained in the corridor after they walked away, hands in my coat pockets, gaze resting on nothing. Anyone passing would have assumed I was waiting.Maybe for news or permission or courage.I was doing none of those things. I replayed every word. No registered father. Mother has restricted visitors. Only the listed family permitted.Language mattered. Administrative Language mattered most of all. It always revealed the structure under the decision. Same words. Restricted. Permitted Veronica had not listed me.That was the first fact. The second

Veronica’s POV.The room was quieter than before, dinner, as if the building itself had acknowledged the battle was over.For now.My sons slept peacefully against my chest, a soft rise and fall that anchored me more than gravity ever could.Yet despite the physical quiet, the tension in my chest refused to ease.Jason hadn't left my thoughts. Even after Four had forced him out, my pulse still rattled when I pictured the smirk on Jason's face, his arrogance, his certainty that everything could bend to his will.And yet, it hadn't. Not the whole Four was there. Not while Four had been there.I tried to focus on my son, on the warmth of him pressed against me, but my hands shook slightly as I traced the delicate curve of his cheek. I whispered softly to him, “We're safe now… for a little while. Just a little while.”The door opened abruptly, the wound of heels clicking against the floor. I looked up and my heart skipped a beat.Four entered first, his movement smooth, deliberate. He did

Four's POV. They slept as they belonged here. That was the first mistake Morning light slid across the far wall of my bedroom, thin and gray, catching the edge of the crib beside the bed The house was quiet in the way protected places were quiet.No traffic bleed, no distracting voices at all, no movement that hadn't been permitted. Every sentence entrance reinforced and every window secured. Every lock is layered.Safe, as it should have been.I leaned back in the chair near the crib and watched them. Veronica laid on her side, facing the child, one arm curled loosely around the blanket ruched at his waist.Her hair had come loose during the night dark strands scattered across the pillow, across her cheek. The baby's fist rested against her collarbone as ur had always been meant to anchor there.They looked settled. Claimed. Peaceful and very happy. Mine. I didn't move.Jason's message replayed in my head with the persistence of a threat not yet resolved.That child carried my bloo

Veronica’s POV.Might in the news house did not sound like the night in the hospital.There were no rolling carts. No distant monitor, no footsteps and no clinical light bleeding through the hallways into the room.The quiet here too was something out of this world, very intentional.Life as a man and wife was not easy but at least it was worth it. I slept easily knowing the window was sealed and every entrance was layered with protection so no one could get in and out quickly as they would have liked.Especially not Jason.Safe. That was what I was. That word had begun to live in my body since the day we got married.It settled in my muscles and stayed in my mind. In my breathing, it stayed. In the way I slept jolting awake expecting danger.That was as before, now I was safe. untikt tonight. The night that my child wouldn't stop crying.I shifted him against my shoulder, swaying slowly near the front of the bed. His tiny face was scrunched tight, mouth open I sharply, relentlessly c

Four's POV. The rain had started in the late afternoon, a soft rhythm at first then steady, drumming against the roof.I stood at the window of the bedroom, watching the window of the bedroom, watching the streaks blur in the lights outside. Monte slept peacefully in his crib.He looked innocent and peaceful. The quiet of the Jodie was thin, fragile, holding a tension I could feel cool around my chestVeronica was at the door, and the door closed. I had given her space, mostly out of necessity ... the baby, the aftermath of the legal formalities, the entire… arrangement. My body had no interest in consent or contracts. My mind, however, had always refused to care for anyone else. And yet.Steam rose faintly from the bathroom, and I sensed her presence before I even heard the water. She moved inside that small space, soft, unaware. I should have looked away. I didn’t. I couldn’t.She stepped out of the shower, the door sliding open just a fraction. My gaze caught her before she realis