Todos os capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

BETTYIn my head, I had convinced myself that if I changed the dress, took a few deep breaths, and focused on enjoying the evening, the entire conversation with Nathaniel would simply fade into the background where it belonged.Clearly, I had been lying to myself.“You can tell me,” Rhys insists, his eyes steady on mine, “Whatever it is.”I glance across the booth toward Lucy and George, but they are far too absorbed in each other to notice anything happening around them. I fold my lips into a thin line before letting out a quiet sigh. “Nathaniel dropped by the house earlier."Rhys withdraws his hand immediately, and his expression shifts into something much harder to read.“What did he want?” he asks, his jaw tightening noticeably, the muscle in his temple twitching.“He came to ask me what I remember about the night he and I met.”That earns me a deeply confused look.“I know,” I say quickly, already shaking my head. “It sounds insane, even for him. I think he is trying to build so

BETTYThe days have been moving quite fast since I began renovating Mrs. Marshall’s penthouse, and I have barely had the time to notice how quickly the project is progressing.The walls are already finished and painted, the floors are halfway done, and if everything continues on schedule, we will soon begin installing the furniture and adding the final touches that will bring the entire space together.Fortunately, Mrs. Marshall has loved everything we have done so far, which has been both a relief and a new source of pressure. Especially since she stops by every few days, sometimes unexpectedly, just to walk through the space and see how things are coming along.She studies every detail with careful attention before giving a pleased nod or asking thoughtful questions about my design choices.Lucky for me, she made it clear from the beginning that money would not be a problem and that she wants only the best materials available on the market, though she always insists that my opinion

NATHANIELOver the past several days, securing a meeting with The Pearl's management has proven far more difficult than I anticipated.I began by sending emails personally, assuming that my name alone would be enough to guarantee a response, but the replies I received were nothing more than automated politeness disguised as professionalism.When that failed, I resorted to calling the establishment several times a day, only to be met with the same rehearsed explanation every single time: they were hosting back-to-back events and were not currently accepting meetings.At first, I attempted patience, but that lasted approximately forty-eight hours.Eventually, I lost whatever restraint I had left and made it very clear to the unfortunate employee answering the phone that I did not want a meeting in the conventional sense.I wanted information, and the sooner someone with authority understood that distinction, the better it would be for everyone involved. But unfortunately, the message di

BETTYI took the entire afternoon off from work today to spend some time with Grace because it was a half-day at her school.It had been a while since the two of us had a proper day out together, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew she needed it just as much as I did.So the moment she climbed into my car with her backpack bouncing against her shoulder, we drove straight to the mall.Our first stop was the toy store. We walked through the entrance, and Grace’s eyes immediately found the Barbie doll she had been eying for some time now.I was planning to get it for her on her birthday, which is a few weeks away, but being with her now, I couldn’t resist. “Mom! Are you serious?” Her entire face lights up when I place the box in her hands.“Yes. Baby.”She squeezes it next to her chest and jumps up and down before hugging my legs. “You are the best mom ever!”I’ll take that.Of course, the Barbie did not remain alone in the shopping cart. A few other toys mysteriously found th

BETTYToday has been one of those rare days where everything seems to fall into place without resistance.Every meeting has gone smoothly, every decision I made earlier in the week proved to be the right one, and for the first time since this project began, I can clearly see the finish line ahead of us.If everything goes according to plan, and I have every reason to believe it will, we should be done in a week.The thought makes my shoulders relax, but a little sad at the same time. It’s bittersweet.After a quick conversation with the foreman about tomorrow’s deliveries, I gather my notebook and laptop and step outside the building.The evening air carries the faint smell of fresh paint from the upper floors, and I pause for a moment on the sidewalk while reaching into my purse for my phone.I didn’t drive here today, so I’ll have to order a cab.I lift my head to check the street for any driving around, and that’s when I spot Rhys standing across the lot, leaning against his car wi