Semua Bab I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Jason’s POVThe television flickered against the muted glow of the room, they were shadows across the sleek surfaces of my apartment.I held a glass in hand and swirled the red liquid, watching the ice melt and listening to the clink against the crystal. Just like I was before, I remained calm, measured and observant.Occasionally, I smiled, it felt good to see that the chaos unfolding on the screen did not reach me...except where I allowed it to.The news anchor’s voice droned, caught between panic and incredulity. “...Veronica Standford, CEO of StanClothings & Co., was rushed to the hospital late this evening after suffering sudden complications at a gala downtown. Reports suggest she experienced severe abdominal pain and is currently under observation. Ambulances arrived within minutes...”I tilted my glass toward the light, observing the liquid ripple, reflecting the flashes of cameras racing outside the hospital doors. My lips curved into a thin, controlled smile. 'Good.'A soft

Four’s POVJason. The name did not ignite fury, nor did it provoke a reflexive, physical response. Rage, after all, was loud, messy, and ultimately wasteful, and I had never relied on it. Instead, the thought of him settled inside me with the weight of inevitability, cold and deliberate, as though it had been waiting for this precise moment. I stared at the frozen frame on my tablet, the overhead view of the gala’s dining hall stretching before me, each figure moving in carefully rehearsed motions, oblivious to the danger they had passed through. The angle of his jaw, the pale scar cutting diagonally across his temple, the way he lingered just slightly apart from the crowd, observing, calculating, measuring...it all pressed against my mind in sharp clarity.He had been watching her. He had been watching us.The server who had approached Veronica, hovering unnecessarily, tilting the glass in just the wrong way, pausing a fraction too long before retreating...it had not been accident

Veronica’s POV. … I was scared of bringing a child into this world with more chaos than I could handle.The words sat between us. Four didn't move immediately, he watched the way he did when he was deciding whether to speak carefully or truthfully.“Well, they won't grow up in chaos.” He said at last. “Things would get better.“You can't promise that.”“I can control exposure.” “Well, you couldn't control last night's exposure, could you?”That landed like a blow to his cheek. His jaw tightened, just slightly. “No.” He admitted. Silence stretched for a while and then I turned my head away from him, staring at the dim hospital lights. “You can promise all you want but I know Jason. He's not done yet.”“Not.”“He thinks this proves something.” Four's voice lowered. “What do you think it proves?”“That he still believes I belong to him.” The room felt smaller after that. Four leaned back slowly in his chair. “You never did.”“I know that. He doesn't.”I shifted slightly, wincing at t

Jason's POV.For a moment, I thought she was pretending. Rebecca had always been dramatic, always eager to use my weakness against me.As a shield to whatever circumstances that concerned her, so when her body hung limp and unresponsive after that last strike,.I assumed she was playing another desperate card on me.“Enough!” I muttered,. Irritation curled beneath my ribs. “This little performance of yours is getting tiring.”She did not listen. She did not move.The ropes cracked slightly as her weight shifted with gravity, her head tilted at an unnatural angle, damp hair plastered to her cheek. Water from the bottle dropped down her chin and gathered along her collarbone before sliding to the floorHer chest was not rising like it had moments ago. There was no trembling, no sobbing and no pleading.Just perfect stillness.I stepped closer, annoyed more than concerned, and tapped her cheek lightly.Her skin felt colder than it should have.“Rebecca..m” I said, my tone firmer this time

Veronica’s POV. “What do you mean our house was raided?” I blurted out the words, my voice loudly echoing through the room so much that I felt it shake.The security in the area had called to inform me of the raid that happened last night. The very night Four was meant to pick up some items I needed while I recovered.“Where were they caught? Did they take anything? Was anyone hurt? Was Four—”“Unfortunately, they only attacked your apartment, the place is a mess but the good news is nothing was taken.” the security answered.“Thank goodness, but wait, was Four—”“If you're asking about Mr Four we can't say for sure but we have to tell you that we found some droplets of blood on the floor.”Four? Blood?!My fingers found the table beside me, stretching for my cellphone instinctively, his name was the first on my contact list. I pressed down on that part of the screen hard.“You'd better pick up. Four, goodness, you better not be dead.” I whispered, heart racing wild, my pulse thicken