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All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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CHAPTER 109

BETTYAs I walk toward the main house, each step feels heavier than it should, like the ground itself is resisting me, or maybe it is the other way around.My nails dig into my palms as I keep my gaze fixed ahead, refusing to let it wander or for a memory to sneak in before I even cross the threshold.Grace needs help with her science project. A volcano. And she said it had to be done in the main house because everything we needed was already there.I tried to convince her to do it at the guest house, and that I would buy everything she needed, but she bluntly refused. So I had no choice but to give in.While I am here, I’ve thought about bringing up the conversation about the shares, but the idea settles uneasily in my chest, equal parts terrifying and tempting.I draw in a slow breath as I reach for the door, but before my fingers even touch it, the door swings open, and Anders appears composed as always, like he has been expecting me down to the exact second.“Hello there, Anders,”

CHAPTER 110

BETTYGrace comes back moments later, breathless and triumphant, clutching a brown paper bag that looks far too heavy for her small hands.Sand spills slightly at the edges as she drags it across the floor, leaving a faint trail behind her.“I got it!” she announces proudly, dropping it beside the table.I glance up briefly, forcing a small nod before returning my attention to the table, keeping my movements contained.Grace’s voice fills the room again, light and animated.“Dad, for my birthday this year, I want a big party. Like a really big one. I want to invite all my friends from school.”There is a quiet pause, but I already know what his answer will be before he says it.“You can have whatever you want.”My fingers tighten slightly around the small glass bottle in my hand as I pretend to check if it is clean enough, even though I have already done that twice.“Can I have ponies too?” she asks, her tone turning hopeful, “Like real ones that my friends and I can ride?”He laughs.

CHAPTER 111

NATHANIELThe sunroom door slides shut behind her, the sound soft, almost weightless, and yet it carries, settling somewhere deep in my chest.I stand there, staring at the empty doorway, hoping she might walk back in and explain herself, but I know better. She isn’t coming back.A slow, frustrated breath escapes me, and I drag a hand through my hair, gripping at the strands as my jaw tightens.Why did I do that? The question presses in immediately, sharp and unwelcome. Why did I have to pick a fight with her?My gaze lingers on the door for a second longer before I force myself to look away, my thoughts dragging me back to the moment she walked in.I could have sworn my heart stopped.Grace hadn’t mentioned anything about asking for her help, and judging by the way Betty froze when she saw me, she hadn’t known either.We both froze, caught in the same moment of realization, neither of us had prepared for.It was the first time seeing her after I learnt the truth, and I wasn’t sure ho

CHAPTER 112

BETTYIt’s been days, and I can still feel it. Tension, anger, and the way the air in that sunroom turned sharp enough to cut through skin.I have thrown myself into work, into planning, into anything that would keep my mind occupied long enough to quiet it down, but every now and then, without warning, it comes rushing back.The look on his face. The smugness in his voice when he called me irresponsible. The way he stood there, so sure of himself, like he had the right to judge me, like he had forgotten everything he had done.And then, how he pretended he had no idea what I was talking about when I called him out.I scoff under my breath, the sound sharp in the quiet guest room as I scroll through my phone, my thumb moving faster than my thoughts.Event planners, decor themes, and children’s party setups that look like something out of a magazine spread rather than a six-year-old’s birthday.Grace’s birthday is in three weeks. And here I am, sitting on my couch, trying to make sure

CHAPTER 113

BETTYI turn back to my phone. “I have to go, babe. Talk later?”She nods, holding up two pairs of heels this time.“Gold. Definitely gold.” I point.“Okay, bye!”The call ends before I can form the word bye, and I toss my phone onto the couch, turning toward him fully.“Hello there…” He smirks, closing the door behind him with an ease that feels familiar, grounding.I move toward him, my body responding before my mind catches up, and the moment I step close enough, his hands find mine, pulling me into him.His lips crash onto mine without hesitation, and I close my eyes as a breath leaves my lungs, my body relaxing instantly into the kiss, into him.“I’ve missed you,” he whispers against my lips as he pulls back slightly.I inhale slowly, opening my eyes to look at him. “I’ve missed you, too.”We stay there for a moment, suspended in that space, neither of us pulling away completely, just existing in the quiet pull between us.Then he steps slightly back, reaching for something behin

CHAPTER 114

CHAPTER 114NATHANIELThe elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and I step out onto the top floor of a newly constructed high-rise that reeks of curated luxury, the kind designed to impress rather than endure.The corridor is quiet, insulated from the noise of the city below, every detail polished to perfection—from the marble flooring beneath my feet to the recessed lighting lining the walls.My grip tightens slightly around the brown envelope in my hand, my mind still turning over everything I have learned in the last twenty-four hours.“You’re tying your family to a sinking ship.”At the time, I dismissed it as anger, as defiance, as yet another attempt to provoke a reaction in me. But there had been something else in her tone. Certainty. And I needed to understand where that certainty came from.I had my secretary gather everything she could find on the Crowley family. Financial records, investment trails, debt exposure, anything that would explain the confidence behind Bet

CHAPTER 115

NATHANIELI sit and place the brown envelope on the glass coffee table, sliding it toward her with measured precision.“I am here for something else.”Her eyes flick down to it, then back up to me, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she lowers herself onto the couch.“You finally picked a date?” she gushes, amusement laced in her tone. “I knew you would come around. You just needed time to stop brooding.”The comment lands, sharp enough to register, but not enough to matter.She opens the envelope with careless confidence, pulling out the documents without hesitation, her eyes scanning the first page quickly before lifting back to me, unimpressed.“Am I supposed to understand what this is?” she asks, tilting her head slightly. “Because I don’t see our wedding date anywhere here.”“Look again,” I say, my voice quieter now, but edged with something far less patient. “Take your time.”She studies me instead of the papers, as if trying to gauge whether this is worth her attentio

CHAPTER 116

BETTYI pace the length of the guest house for what feels like the hundredth time, the soft carpet doing nothing to quiet the storm inside my chest.My phone sits in my hand, my thumb hovering just above the screen while the other hand finds its way to my mouth, teeth worrying at my nail until it stings.“I don’t need to see him,” I mutter under my breath, more to convince myself than anything else. “I can just ask for it to be brought here. Send a maid. Anyone.”But even as the words leave my mouth, I already know that won’t work.Everything is packed, everything is ready, and in less than twenty-four hours, I am supposed to be on a plane with Rhys, leaving this place, this house, him, even if only for a few days.And the only thing standing between me and that is a small, navy-blue booklet locked away in his safe.I stop near the couch and drag in a slow breath, pressing my palm flat against my chest as if that will steady the erratic rhythm beneath it.“It’s not a big deal, Betty,”

CHAPTER 117

BETTYI keep looking down at my passport as I walk, my fingers pressing into the cover like I expect it to be taken from me again if I loosen my grip for even a second.“That… went better than it should have,” I mutter to myself.I had gone into that study prepared for a fight, bracing myself for resistance, especially after I told him I was leaving the country with Rhys.But I was wrong. There was no resistance, no insults, not even an attempt to stop me. I tighten my grip around the passport.Was he… changing? The thought comes quietly, almost carefully, like it doesn’t want to be noticed, but I shut it down just as quickly and scoff. That will never happen.He doesn’t wake up one day and decide to become a better person. He doesn’t suddenly grow a conscience. He is exactly who he has always been.And I know that. I have lived that. So whatever that was in that study, it wasn’t growth, it wasn’t remorse, and it wasn’t anything I should waste time trying to understand.Even that apol

CHAPTER 118

BETTY She pauses then, her hands stilling slightly before she looks at me again, her expression shifting, the softness disappearing. “Now,” she says, her tone changing, sharpening just enough to make my stomach tighten. “Are you going to tell me why you are really here?” This is it. No more circling. No more distractions. My grip tightens around the passport again as my eyes drift, almost instinctively, toward Grace. She is still there, watering her little patch of roses. I know what I am supposed to say. I know why I came here. The shares. Trade them in for Grace. Easy peasy. I look back at Harriette, and my eyes land on the fabric again. At the care she is putting into something as small as a costume, just to make sure Grace is happy. And suddenly, the words feel heavier. Harder. Less certain. I swallow, clearing my throat as I force myself to speak. “Rhys and I are going out of town for a few days,” I tell her instead. The reaction is immediate, subtle, but immediate. Her

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