All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

NATHANIELEverything around me is happening too fast for me to properly catch my breath.One moment, I was seated beside Rhys’s hospital bed, staring at the rise and fall of his chest, terrified that if I so much as blinked, he would stop breathing, and the next, Nathaniel was storming into the room with two doctors behind him, announcing that we were leaving New York tonight.As if Rhys had not almost died a few hours ago.I tried reasoning with him. Told him we should stay another day just to make sure Rhys was stable before putting him on a plane, but my request fell on deaf ears.I even pulled him aside outside the room at one point, hoping if we spoke privately, he would soften enough to hear me out, but the second we were alone, I realized the man standing in front of me no longer resembled the version I met at the hotel.That softer edge? Gone. That concern I kept catching in his eyes? Gone too.“We can’t stay,” he muttered while signing paperwork one-handed without even lookin

NATHANIELBetty rushes past Harriette in a hurry, her footsteps echoing through the entrance hall as she comes to an abrupt stop near the staircase.Her eyes dart around frantically, searching for him, and for a moment she looks less like the composed woman who spent the flight holding herself together and more like someone hanging onto the last thread of hope she has left."Where is he? Which room?"Harriette points toward the east wing without hesitation. "Rhys's chambers."That is all Betty needs to hear.Within seconds, she is rushing in that direction, disappearing around the corner, and despite everything I already know, despite everything I witnessed in New York, and hearing her whisper words that have been lodged in my chest ever since I left that hospital room, something tightens painfully beneath my ribs.Because she never hesitates when it comes to him. Never stops to think, or even to question, whether she should go to him.She simply runs.Harriette motions me to step ins

BETTYBeep. Beep. Beep.The steady, mechanical rhythm of the heart monitor is the only thing tethering me to sanity.The nurse has called it transient wakefulness. A polite medical term for Rhys’s brain fighting its way through layers of trauma and heavy narcotics.I drag a heavy velvet armchair directly to the edge of his mattress. I don’t care about sleep. I don’t care about eating. I am not leaving this spot.Harriette had made sure the room felt like a luxury suite, not a hospital.Harriette! A sharp spike of guilt pierces my chest. I had walked right past her in the foyer like she was a ghost. Didn’t even stop to say hi.I need to apologize like right this second. But the second I look back at Rhys’s bruised, broken face, I can’t bring myself to move.I reach out, wrapping both of my hands around his cold fingers, and I squeeze gently, pressing my lips to his knuckles.A low, scratchy groan breaks the silence. I jolt upright.Then a weak tremor passes through his fingers, squeezi

BETTY“Mommy!” Grace’s tiny voice echoes down the hallway as she lets go of Nathaniel’s hand and runs straight toward me.I mask the absolute fury radiating through every inch of my body, and I force a bright smile, dropping to my knees, to catch her as she launches into my arms.The sweet, innocent smell of her hair and skin makes me forget everything that has happened in the last forty-eight hours. Grace still has that lingering baby scent, even at seven years old. And once she is in my arms, it takes every ounce of my strength not to just hold onto her forever.Realizing I am squeezing a little too tightly, she squirms, and I reluctantly let her pull back.“Where were you yesterday?” she asks, furrowing her thick eyebrows and crossing her arms over her chest dramatically. “Grandma Harriette said she tried to reach you, but she couldn’t.”I force a soft chuckle, cupping her cheek, and dart my eyes up to Nathaniel. He is staring down at me, giving me a sharp, silent warning. Don’t te

NATHANIELI don’t know what I was expecting to find at the end of this drive, but it wasn't this.When I first found out Betty was raising my daughter in the exact same building as a bustling nightclub, my blood had practically boiled in my veins.I had pictured a loud, chaotic, dangerous hellhole. I had pictured drunk patrons spilling onto the sidewalks and my seven-year-old daughter sleeping above a bassline that rattled the floorboards.But as the car glides to a halt, reality hits me with a freezing dose of logic.The vehicle parks in front of an entirely separate, private entrance tucked away on the secure side of the high-rise. There are reinforced steel doors, keypad entries, and a doorman who looks more like a highly trained mercenary than hospitality staff.Rhys didn't put my family in danger. He kept them in a multi-million-dollar luxury vault.A bitter, metallic taste floods my mouth as the heavy metal doors of the private elevator slide shut, sealing Betty and me inside th