All Chapters of I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Veronica's POV.The doctor smiled before he spoke. That was a good sign, at that moment, I realised I had been holding my breath ever since.“You're fully healthy.” He said gently, flipping through the last page of my chart. “No signs of distress at all. The bleeding has stopped and your vitals are strong. I’d still recommend rest and reduced stress but medically, you're more than fine.”Fine.The word came out of his mouth feeling like fragile glass balanced a little too carefully on the edge of something. I nodded slowly, my hand already resting on my stomach before I realised I had placed it there.“And can I leave?"I asked.“Yes, we'll discharge you within the hour.”He gave me a look that lingered just enough to mean something more. “Take it easy, Veronica. Whatever is happening outside this room can wait.”I gave him a small smile, though I wasn't sure that was true. When he left, the room felt quieter than it had all morning. I exhaled slowly and leaned back against the pillow.

Veronica's POV. For a second, I didn't move. The knock didn't come again. It didn't need to. The voice has already done its work.Come open the door, Vee.My blood went cold in a way fear rarely managed. Not panic. Not screaming terror. Something quieter. More precise. Like ice sliding slowly under skin.They knew my name. Not Veronica. Vee.The room stayed dark. Only the city glow leaked through the edges of the curtains, thin and grey. I could hear my own breathing. Too loud, too fast. He would notice too.Jason.My hand moved blindly across the bedspread, searching for my phone. It was there. I had set it on the nightstand when the lights cut out.The knock came again, softer this time. Patient.“Veronica.” The voice said, almost amused. “I know you're inside.”My throat tightened. I slid off the bed slowly, silently, bare feet finding the carpet. Every moment felt exaggerated. Heard.I moved toward the nightstand, fingers closing around the phone. The screen lit my face in cold b

Veronica’s POV. Four poked his head out of the bathroom. “Who was that?”“Jason. Who else?” I answered as I hung up the call. I lowered it to the bedside table, swaddling deeper into the warm bed I sat on. I tossed the duvet over my neckline and I lay deeper inside. “He asked me to come back to him. Said he's willing to forgive me.”Four shook his head, a show of disappointment flashed in his expression. “He's got some nerve. I give him that.”Small talk. Four never made small talk.“What did you just say?” I straightened enough to sit up, the discomfort in my spine from the pregnancy ached loudly.“I said he’s got some nerve, I'll give him that. Why? Did I say something wrong?” he repeated.“No.”I lowered back into the headboard, shock forced visible lines into my forehead. “I never heard you make small talk before.”“Oh.” He said slipping back into the bathroom, his voice held a tone of realisation, as he'd just crossed a boundary for me.A boundary he would have never crossed if

Veronica’s POV A knock on the door disrupted our lovely chat. The girl twisted her head, attention focused on the door.“You have a visitor.”“Must be Four. There's no one else I’m expecting.”“I'll have a look.” The locks clicked, the hinges squeaked, and a shoulder poked inside. Four was back.“Hey.”“Welcome Mr Four” her voice was far softer than I’d heard since she'd come. Four ignored her, a casual nod to her greeting and then his gaze shifted to the bed where I was“How are you feeling? Gotten something to eat?”“I have,” I observed how he walked in. Lazy, bent over to slouch but his voice was still as sharp as when he left. “I fixed the Jason problem.”Jason's problem? I stared blankly at him, pressing my eyelids hard, a signal of the third presence with us. “We can talk about that later, don't you think?”“Mia is one of us, no need to worry.” He sighed, took his jacket off and handed it to her. “Have this cleaned, I'll need it by morning.”“Yes Mr Four.” she bowed slightly. T

Veronica’s POV. Four, I thought as the silence returned. That man would not be the death of me. I stayed in the chair long after Mia’s footsteps faded down the hallway. The suite felt too large again, the quiet stretching in uncomfortable layers around me. The faint hum of the city filtered through the glass, distant traffic and muted horns, life moving on outside while something inside me refused to settle.I stared at the door she had just closed behind her. Together. The word kept echoing unwanted and sharp.We were together but only briefly. My throat tightened. I leaned back slowly, pressing my head against the chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The chandelier above fractured light into soft gold shards that trembled across the plaster and for a moment I focused on them just to keep my thoughts from sliding back into the same place.But they went anyway. Her arm brushes his. That photo. The ease in her posture beside him. Not cautious, not uncertain. They definitely had somethin