All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption: Chapter 261 - Chapter 269

BETTYThe driver steps out, pulling my door open, and Nathaniel steps out first, extending a large, warm hand to me. I take it, sliding out of the car into the freezing night air, only for my jaw to drop three inches.I am entirely underdressed for a place like this.That is my first panicked thought as I watch a glowing couple glide past us toward a waiting Aston Martin, wrapped head-to-toe in heavy designer fur coats and cashmere.Nathaniel looks like he belongs, obviously. He has discarded yesterday's suit jacket, replacing it with a charcoal cashmere turtleneck beneath his open trench coat, paired with tailored pants and Italian leather boots. Somehow, effortlessly, it all works.And as for me? I am in faded black jeans, heavy snow boots, a chunky knit sweater, and a utilitarian jacket with a faux-fur-lined hood. It was the best I could pull together in a panic this morning when I didn't want to risk waking him up by tearing through my luggage piece by piece.As if he can read the

NATHANIELAs the drinks flow, the noise of the pub fades into background static.We spend the next hour shouting stories across the sticky bar top. She tells me about her younger, wilder days, her eyes shining as she talks about the rare, chaotic moments she shared with her mother before everything shifted. Hearing the hidden grief tucked behind her laughter twists a sharp, protective knot in my chest, a bitter reminder of how many years I lost not getting to know her to my own arrogant stubbornness.When she turns the tables and demands stories of my own, I tell her about my father and grandfather—the suffocating, gilded cage of my upbringing, the endless rules, and the rare, illicit escapes Rhys and I engineered behind the old man's back as kids.I carefully skirt around mentioning Rhys by name, noticing the subtle softening in her demeanor, refusing to let anything ruin the electric bubble we've built tonight."You?" Betty suddenly yells over the pounding rhythm of a bass-heavy tra

NATHANIELHe pulls away, a slow, appreciative smile ghosting his lips. "Breakfast is in the other room. I ordered one of everything. I figured we’d better eat before we decide how to spend the rest of our time. We have the whole day to ourselves."He walks to the bathroom and returns with a thick, plush robe, tossing it to me. The sheet falls away as I move, and I catch his eyes lingering on me for a second too long, a dark, familiar smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. I pull the robe on quickly, cinching it tight before he gets any ideas—ideas I’d be all too happy to indulge in if my head wasn't spinning.I then take his hand, and he leads me into the living area where a massive spread covers the dining table: crisp bacon, golden waffles, eggs, fresh fruit, and the deep, rich aroma of dark roast coffee. He pulls the chair out for me, and we sit across from one another."So," he says, pouring coffee into a porcelain mug for me, his eyes searching mine. "What’s the plan for today

NATHANIELI must have tied this damn silk tie for the tenth time, and every single time I think I’ve finally mastered it, it ends up looking like a strangled knot tied by a toddler.My hands are shaking, my palms are slick with cold sweat, and if I keep fumbling with the fabric like this, I’m going to have to strip off this tailored shirt and take a freezing shower just to dry off.Today is the day Betty and I renew our vows. And even now, standing in the middle of our chambers, it still feels like a dream that she took me back, that she forgave me.She has reassured me over and over that the past is dead and buried. But deep down, in the darkest corners of my mind, a toxic little voice keeps whispering that this is all an elaborate ruse. That she’s playing a long, cruel game—making me fall completely, irrevocably in love with her, letting me taste a family, only to pull the rug out from under me and walk away as the ultimate revenge.My jaw tightens until my teeth ache, my fingers cr