Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption: Bab 41 - Bab 50

BETTYRhys’s mouth moves against mine with an urgency that steals the air from my lungs.His hands are firm on my waist, strong and certain, and before I even understand what’s happening, he lifts me as though I weigh nothing, and sets me on the cool marble counter.The shock of it sends a tremor through me, and my whole body hums with a fever I don’t recognize.His lips find mine again, hungrier, and I feel the heat of him pressed between my legs.My fingers clutch at his back, tracing the hard planes of muscle through his vest, and slip up into his hair without meaning to.Every nerve in my body feels alive, burning and desperate, and I can’t remember the last time I felt anything like this.For a split second, I forget where I am, because this is the only thing I want right now, but everything crashes into me all at once.The marble counter beneath me, the faint ticking of the grandfather clock at the entrance, the thought of Harriette asleep upstairs, of Grace in her little bed, a

BETTYI’m in front of the mirror because I couldn’t sleep, already dressed in a cute cropped hoodie, high-waisted jeans, and sneakers that make me feel light on my feet even when my heart isn’t.My hair is pulled back, my face bare, and for a long moment, I just stare at my reflection like I’m waiting for her to say something first.I look… normal. Which is funny, because nothing about my life feels normal anymore.A memory of Rhys’s hands on me flashes in my mind, and my stomach tightens, that stupid flutter threatening to rise again, but I shut it down immediately, like slamming a door.“Not today,” I murmur to my reflection, grabbing my purse from the dresser and turning away before I can overthink it.I rush downstairs, and I find Anders at the entrance like he’s been standing there since midnight, waiting for the world to begin.He straightens the moment he sees me, polite and professional as always. “Good morning, ma’am.”“Morning,” I reply, not slowing down. “I’ll be taking Gra

NATHANIELToday has been one of those days. Those that drain you until you can’t remember what silence sounds like.From the moment I stepped into the building, it’s been chaos. Meeting after meeting, which eventually left my mouth dry, and I couldn’t even find time to eat.But other than that, it’s also a good day because the divorce papers finally arrived.My lawyer brought them just as I was about to leave, and he stood by the door, file in hand, looking hesitant, like he was carrying a bomb.Probably because he had spoken to Harriette beforehand, and I could tell from the guilt in his eyes. But I didn’t care. This was happening whether she liked it or not.On my way home, I debated whether to drop the papers on Betty’s nightstand and have her sign them or wait until morning when she is having her breakfast.But then that would be cruel of me, so I decided to leave them with Harriette, since they already have their little special bond and will therefore find a way to tell her gently

BETTYI walk into Harriette’s rose garden just as the morning sun settles high enough to warm the air without burning it.The scent of roses hangs thick around the gazebo, sweet and almost dizzying if you breathe in too deeply.I find her standing a few steps away from it, holding a small metal watering jerrican, tipping it carefully over the roots of a pale cream rose.There’s a maid beside her, holding a white umbrella angled perfectly to keep the sun from touching Harriette’s face.Her movements are slow, measured, almost automatic, as if she’s watering from memory rather than intention.She looks lost, like her thoughts are somewhere this garden can’t reach.Guilt settles into my chest because I should have checked on her sooner. After the fight. But I gave her space, told myself she needed quiet, but standing here now, watching her go through the motions, I realize it might have been easier for me than for her.When she finally notices me, her face softens immediately, her eyes

NATHANIEL.By the time I step into the café Amanda asked me to meet at, I already know I am not fully here.Her text had sounded urgent, clipped in that way she only uses when something has gone wrong, and I came without thinking twice, even though I haven’t had the time to collect myself after the night I just survived. My body still feels like it hasn’t caught up with reality yet, my muscles are tight, my jaw sore from clenching in my sleep, my chest still holding the echo of a dream I would rather forget and cannot seem to shake.It isn’t until I am halfway down the street, the glass front of the café reflecting me back at myself, that I realize I am dressed wrong.I am in jeans that sit lower on my hips than anything tailored ever would, paired with a plain black T-shirt that I pulled on without even thinking about it. I look nothing like the man I have spent years carefully constructing.I push the door open before I can talk myself out of it and I find Amanda is seated in the c