Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption: Bab 51 - Bab 57

NATHANIELI pull into the driveway with more force than necessary, the gravel crunching under the tires, like the house itself is announcing my return.I cut the engine and sit there, hands resting on the steering wheel, jaw locked, chest tight in a way I refuse to name.The meeting with Amanda keeps replaying in fragments. Her hopeful eyes, her trembling hands, and the way my mouth betrayed me, shaping words about Betty that sound absurd now that I’m alone with them.On my way here,I’ve been telling myself it was pressure, that I said whatever I had to say to keep control of the situation, and to buy time, but still, I can't help but be a little disgusted.Other than that, what unsettles me more is the questions that refuse to answer themselves.Why didn’t my chest expand when Amanda talked about announcing us? Why didn’t relief flood me when she spoke about marriage, and most importantly, when she told me her father wanted to marry her off, why did my heart not break the way it shou

BETTYI park the car crookedly and rush into the building with my pulse racing, my heels echoing too loudly against the concrete as I take the stairs two at a time.By the time I reach the top floor, my lungs are on fire, and I stop abruptly, bracing my palm against the wall, my chest heaving as I try to pull in enough air into my lungs.It takes a few long seconds before the dizziness eases, and my breathing evens out enough for me to think clearly again.I push the double doors open, and before my foot barely makes it past the threshold, my body comes to a full stop, my eyes darting across the room in stunned disbelief.This is not how it looked the last time I was here. It was chaos—unfinished walls, exposed wiring, dust coating every surface, and my ideas existing only in sketches.Now, everything is complete.The floors gleam beneath the soft, strategic lighting, dark polished concrete meeting rich wood in a way that grounds the space without weighing it down.The walls are textu

NATHANIEL“You and I need to talk.” The words tear out of me the second she steps inside the house, my voice impatient, already threaded with the frustration that’s been coiling in my chest all day.I don’t give her time to react. My hand closes around her wrist, and I pull her back outside, toward the driveway, away from the open doors and the ears that always seem to be listening in this house.“What the hell, Nathaniel?” She yanks her hand free, fury flashing across her face as she takes a step back. “Were you waiting for me by the door? God, have you completely lost your mind?”I lift the papers between us, the white pages stark in the dim light. “We need to talk about this.”She tilts her head, unimpressed, her mouth curling into something between a smirk and a challenge. “I already signed them. What else do you want? Or are you angry that I signed without your permission?” Her gaze sharpens. “That your plan to humiliate me didn’t go the way you hoped?”I frown, trying to understa

NATHANIEL.It has been almost three weeks since Betty and I made a deal, and in that time, she has become a ghost inside her own house.She’s been doing everything possible to avoid crossing paths with me. Moving through the estate with the kind of precision that suggests planning rather than coincidence.The club opening was meant to happen sooner, but setbacks forced them to postpone it, which meant the delays required more of her time, attention, and presence away from this house.That explains why neither of them has been around much. At first, the idea of them spending so many hours together started to crawl under my skin in a way I refused to acknowledge, but I shut it down because I knew Betty wouldn’t risk the deal.She wouldn’t risk Grace, and that certainty is the only thing keeping my thoughts from drifting too far into places I don’t want to examine too closely.Amanda, however, has been impossible.Her messages pile up on my phone, each one sharper than the last, all orbi