All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

BETTYI shift in my seat, heat flooding my cheeks, embarrassment prickling under my skin, and I glance at Grace, praying she’s not paying attention.Luckily, she’s busy playing with the ribbon on her dress, humming softly to herself, blissfully unaware of the tension wrapping the room like a storm cloud waiting to break.Before Nathaniel can say something even more humiliating, I reach across and touch Harriette’s hand gently. “It’s okay, Harriette,” I whisper, my voice low, meant only for her.But she pulls her hand away and slams her palm against the table, the sound like a crack of thunder.Water trembles in every glass, spilling over the rims and this gets Grace’s attention.“That’s it,” Harriette snaps, her voice sharp, shaking with rage. “I cannot take any more of this, Nathaniel. You’re behaving like a child.” Her words cut through the air like glass shattering.Grace’s wide eyes flick from her to me, uncertain, scared, and I dart a glance at Anders, who is already moving, calm

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BETTYThe Virnkirk’s really do know how to throw a party.Every corner of this house hums with quiet wealth, soft jazz, expensive laughter, and glasses chiming like silver bells.I look around and recognize more faces than I expect to. Most of them are always on Harriette’s guest list and part of her circle.I tighten my fingers around my glass as Rhys and Daniel talk beside me. They look entirely in their element — tall, confident, like two men who can own a room without saying much.And though I try to focus on their easy conversation, my thoughts keep circling back to Nathaniel.He hasn’t shown his face since the confrontation earlier, and I pray it stays that way.I can’t stomach another conversation with him, especially after watching how easily he’d paraded Amanda around like a prize he’d won.Maybe that’s why it was so easy to stand my ground when he grabbed my wrist, because in that moment, something inside me finally broke loose and I couldn’t stand how he was speaking to me.

NATHANIELI check my watch for the tenth time, the ticking sound suddenly louder than my own breathing.It’s seven in the morning, and she still isn’t home.My hands flex at my sides as I start pacing across the room again, each step heavier and sharper than the last. “Where the hell is she?” I growl under my breath.Betty and Rhys had left the gala two hours before I did. I should have found her here, in her room, asleep—or at least pretending to be.Instead, I beat them home. And when I checked Rhys’s room and found it empty too, I knew they were together, God knows where. A bitter taste creeps up the back of my throat, just at the thought.I sit at the edge of the bed, pressing my palms against my face, trying to quiet the storm building inside me, but her words come back, clear and cold. “I’m done with you, Nathaniel.”“How dare she?” I mutter through clenched teeth, the growl catching in my chest. “After everything I’ve done for her?”The memory of her palm connecting with Aman

BETTYI can’t bring myself to go back home yet, probably because I’m still riding the strange high from the meeting I just had with Amanda.There is something else I need to do first, something I’ve been avoiding for far too long, and because for the first time in a long while I feel like I’m done running, done pretending that grief won’t catch up with me if I move fast enough.I place the lilies I bought back in town carefully on top of her grave, a shaky sigh escaping me as soon as I let go.They were her favourites.I remember no matter what went on back at our house growing up, no matter how bad things got or how loud the arguments became, she never forgot to replace the lilies at our tiny dining table. Never forgot that small act of beauty, even when everything else was falling apart.“Hi, Mom.” The words feel fragile as they leave my mouth, like they might shatter if I say them too loudly.I sit down next to the gravestone and lean back slightly, letting the sun hit my face dire