All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

NATHANIELTwo days ago, I left work earlier than I should have, telling myself that the distance from the office would somehow make the decisions easier to navigate.That was the justification. And it held on all the way until I got home.When I arrived, I went to Grace. Because it made sense that I check on her now that I'm here. That it was responsible, and had nothing to do with anything else, even though I was sure she would not be alone.My hand settled on the knob and stayed there for a second longer than necessary, long enough for hesitation to register, long enough for me to reconsider and walk, but then I heard them talking.“What’s complicated?” Grace’s voice, light and curious, carried through the door with a clarity that made stepping away feel like a conscious decision rather than an instinctive one.I leaned back against the door not fully, not enough to draw attention, but enough to remain close, enough to hear what came next.“It’s a grown-up word adults use when it’s

BETTYI hadn’t seen or heard from Rhys since he left my kitchen.At first, I told myself it was okay. That it didn’t mean anything. He was busy running his club or caught up in whatever it was that filled his time when he wasn’t with me.But by the third day, that excuse stopped holding.I tried not to overthink and convinced myself that I didn’t have to reach out because if he wanted to talk, he would.But when the silence stretched way too long, I finally I texted him. Then I called. But I got no response.And just like that, it became something I couldn’t ignore anymore. He was avoiding me.The realization settled in slowly, not sharp enough to hurt, but heavy enough to sit in my chest and refuse to move.And the worst part of it all was that I still didn’t know what my answer would have been. I still didn’t know what I would say if he stood in front of me again, looked at me the way, and said those little magic words.But I was sure of one thing. I hated the distance. I hated this

NATHANIELI cannot remember the last time the estate felt this alive.Every corner holds a different kind of noise, a different kind of movement, and a different kind of joy that does not ask for permission before it takes over the space.And yet, I can. Last year, a day just like this. Grace’s birthday. But the difference now is not the scale. It’s the fact that this time, none of it has anything to do with me. Betty made sure of that.She said she didn’t need help when I offered more than once to step in and handle whatever might overwhelm her, to take some of it off her shoulders.I even went down to the guest house, thinking maybe I could catch her at the right moment, and say something that would convince her I really wanted to be part of this, but it didn’t go as I thought it would. She opened the door, looked at me, and closed it before I could even get a hi past my lips.It stung. More than I’d like to admit. And to make it worse, halfway back to the house, I saw Rhys’s car

BETTYI am so angry I can barely see straight.The entire party has unraveled in a matter of minutes, shifting from something carefully planned into something I no longer recognize.And the worst part, is that I can feel it slipping out of my control, no matter how hard I try to hold it together.Kids are now everywhere, high on sugar and adrenaline, their laughter louder, sharper, almost hysterical as they run from one end of the compound to the other, chasing each other with melting ice cream dripping down their hands.Water splashes from the artificial pools as a few of them ignore every rule that had been set, their shrieks of excitement rising above everything else as they slip, fall, get back up, and do it all over again.Some moms are running after their children, voices strained as they try to force sweaters over squirming bodies, their concern barely cutting through the noise.The rest don’t even notice.They are gathered at the bar, drinks in hand, their laughter spilling fr

NATHANIELThe estate is finally quiet. The kids finally burned themselves out from all the screaming and running, and one by one, their parents gathered them up and took them home.Grace didn’t last much longer either. She passed out as soon as all the kids left, and I watched from a distance as Betty carried her upstairs to her room before she left with him.She didn’t spare me a single glance, even though they walked right past me. Couldn’t say it didn’t sting.Now I am in the study, sleeves rolled up, a drink in hand, the events of the day replaying in slow, deliberate loops as I stare at the laptop resting on the desk in front of me.I let the silence stretch before placing the glass down at the small bar beside me and stepping forward.I pull the chair back and sink into it, the leather creaking softly under my weight as I open the laptop.The screen lights up instantly, too bright against the dim room, forcing my eyes to adjust as I navigate to one of my personal email accounts,