Semua Bab The Billionaires Blind Reckoning: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Zade’s POV I am in shock at the sight in front of me. Daisy is screaming her head off, clutching her stomach, and my beautiful wife is lying unconscious on the floor. I try to move toward Clover, but my mother snaps, “Go to Daisy. Now.” I stare at her. “What about Clover?” She scoffs. “That fucking useless blind orphan? She’ll be fine. Daisy is pregnant with your child. You go check on her.” My jaw clenches. But Daisy is still screaming, so I force myself toward her. I kneel, and she gasps through sobs, “The pain! I feel the pain! It hurts, Zade, it hurts!” “Shit,” I mutter, watching her rub her stomach. I shout, “Somebody call an ambulance!” Then I look up, and I see Lucas Blackwood. He frowns at me, then moves straight toward Clover. My chest tightens instantly. My heart starts hammering.

Zade’s POV As I finally slipped out of that overly dramatic woman Daisy’s room after hours of trying to calm her down, hours of her clinging to me like I was oxygen, and I glanced at my watch. Shit, it's already 12:15 p.m.A whole damn day after my wife and Daisy took that tumble.I could barely breathe as I walked to the nurse’s station. My voice came out tight.“Can you please give me Clover Smith’s room number?”The nurse typed, glanced at the screen, and said, “Oh… she’s already been discharged.”I froze.“What did you say?”“She’s already been discharged,” she repeated, like this made sense.I stared at her. “Discharged? When? She needs a ride home with me, because I’m her husband.”“I’m not sure, sir,” she said gently. “Usually when discharge papers are signed, Transport takes them downstairs. We notify the next of kin before finalizing. She likely left with whoever she listed.”I scrubbed a palm over my face. “How long ago?”“She was discharged at eleven. Maybe eleven-fifteen

Zade’s POVI pace my house like a caged animal, opening doors, closing them again, checking rooms I already know are empty, like maybe if I look hard enough, my wife will magically reappear.But no there's nothing, or no one.After Kennedy’s “good luck with that”, the truth settles in deeper. I’m hesitating. Dreading my next move. Fucking shaking in my boots at the idea of going to see Lola.And Henry?He’s not breaking either.Those two are welded together, tight as Siamese twins. You can't play one against the other. You won’t be able to manipulate them. You don’t dare try to scare them.I'm sad Jeff doesn’t know anything.Hell no one does.My phone rings, and I look down. Fuck it's Daisy.I sigh and answer anyway.“Hey, Daisy. What’s going on?”She doesn’t even let me finish the greeting.“WHY DID YOU LEAVE THE HOSPITAL WHEN I WAS GETTING DISCHARGED TODAY?” she screams. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TAKE ME HOME.”I pinch the bridge of my nose.“Your parents were there. Why couldn’t they t

Zade’s POVFriday morning comes faster than I want it to.Sunlight filters through the windows of my bedroom, and the first thing that hits me is the silence.She’s still gone.No phone calls.No text messages.No email messages.No written notes.Not even a damn bird carrier messenger.Nothing.And I’m fucking crumbling.I want to lose my shit. Tear the house apart. Scream her name until my throat bleeds. But instead, guess what?I still have to go to work.So I get up. Do my morning routine.Shower.Teeth.Hair.Cologne.Watch.Wallet.All done on autopilot.I slip into a tailored Tom Ford gray suit, crisp white shirt, tie knotted perfectly, because today is stacked with meetings, and I don’t have the luxury of falling apart.I grabbed my briefcase and keys, and run down the stairs.Jeff’s already moving around the house.“Good morning, Jeff.”“Good morning, sir. Breakfast is ready in the kitchen on the counter for you.”“Thank you, Jeff.”I barely taste anything. The protein shake

Clover’s POVAs the week dragged on since I walked away from my husband, I found myself doing something that I didn’t expect.... missing Zade.Not the fighting for affection. Not the secrets he was trying to keep from me. Not the hurt he placed on me. Just… him.But every time that ache surfaced, I reminded myself of the truth. I pictured the arguments, the lies, the silences, the way I shrank into myself to survive. And with that memory, my spine straightened again.It’s better to walk away from bullshit than sit in it.A small smirk tugged at my lips. I pushed herself out of bed and padded over to the closet. My clothes were embarrassingly limited, only a few outfits, a few mismatched pieces, nothing that reflected the woman I was becoming.I sighed. “Yeah… this isn’t going to cut it.”I grabbed my phone, ordered an Uber, and threaded my fingers through my hair. If anyone spotted her, especially in California, the last thing I needed was my red hair giving me away. I twisted it i