All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

NATHANIELThis has to be the most humiliating day of my life.I am on a stage, in front of an entire auditorium full of parents, teachers, and children, hopping in rhythm.One hand is planted firmly against my waist while the other struggles to keep a ridiculous green hat from sliding off my head, all while a poorly secured dagger strapped to my belt swings between my legs, knocking against my thigh, again.I almost lose my footing.I correct the misstep, forcing my body back into the routine before I ruin everything, my jaw tightening as I hear the faint ripple of laughter from somewhere behind the music.Of course, they are laughing. There is no version of this situation where they wouldn’t be.Grace had made me practice this routine ten times. And not once during that entire ordeal did she allow me a break, not even long enough to get water.Her small arms folded across her chest as she watched me with the kind of focus and authority that would intimidate most adults, and that’s wh

BETTYThe cab hasn’t fully stopped when I push the door open and jump out.“Betty—” Rhys calls after me, but his voice is already behind me, fading into the background as my feet hit the pavement unevenly, but I catch myself mid-step, steadying my balance without slowing down.I don’t turn around.The hospital entrance stretches before me, automatic doors sliding open as I approach, and the moment I step inside, the smell of sterility hits me, settling in my lungs in a way that makes my chest tighten further.I scan the room quickly, my eyes darting from one direction to another until they land on the reception desk.I head straight for it, my steps echoing slightly against the polished floor, my hands already curling at my sides nervously.“Hi—” my voice betrays me, coming out thinner than I expect, but I swallow, forcing myself to try again. “My daughter was brought almost an hour ago. Grace Blackwell. Could you point me to her room?”The receptionist looks up, calm and unbothered,

NATHANIELNATHANIELAmanda takes a step back after my words settle between us, and she simply stares at me, like she is trying to decide whether I am serious or if this is some strange joke she hasn’t yet understood.Then her eyes travel downward slowly, dragging over me from head to toe, lingering longer than necessary on the ridiculous combination of green sweats and boots that Grace insisted I wear.Disgust flashes across her face before she manages to smooth it out, and I can tell she wants to say something about it. Some sharp comment about how absurd I look, how undignified it is for someone like me to be walking around dressed like this.Instead, she exhales and shakes her head slowly, as if the sight alone is enough to confirm something she has already decided.“What happened to you?” Her voice is different now. Not the loud, dramatic tone from inside the room. This one is softer, almost wounded.“Why is everything with you changing all of a sudden?” Her gaze steady on mine. “

Rhys’s jaw tightens almost imperceptibly at the doctor’s words, the shift subtle enough that most people would miss it, but I catch it because I know him wat too well. Beside me, Amanda moves in the opposite direction entirely, her body angling closer as her hand tightens slightly around my arm, as though proximity alone is enough to justify presence.“I’m going to be her stepmother,” she says, her tone steady, almost composed, though there is a note of insistence beneath it that makes the statement feel less like fact and more like something she is trying to cement into place. “I should be here.”I tilt my head slightly, my gaze narrowing as I look at her, irritation sharpening into something colder, because the word stepmother lands differently now than it did before, heavier, misplaced, undeserved.On the other side of the bed, my attention is drawn when Rhys reaches for Betty.It happens quickly, his hand coming up to cup her face with a familiarity that feels practiced rather th

BETTY“I love you, Betty.”The words echo in my head once, twice, then a third time, each repetition settling deeper than the last until I can’t seem to move past them.I freeze in his arms, and my lips part slightly, the response right there, hovering, ready, but it doesn’t come.We stay like that a second too long, suspended in something that should have been simple, until I feel the shift in him before I see it.His grip loosens around my waist, his hands no longer holding me with the same certainty, and when I look up, his expression has changed.The amusement is gone. Replaced with something quieter. Something he smooths over quickly. Too quickly.“You don’t have to say anything right now.” He breaks the silence, before his hands fall away completely as he straightens, putting just enough space between us to make the absence noticeable.“I just needed you to know.”A breath escapes me, small and uneven, and I nod, forcing a faint smile that doesn’t quite reach where it’s supposed