Lahat ng Kabanata ng I AM BILLIONAIRE DAMON'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Pretty bad. Eve's not answering my calls. My parents tried to buy her off with a document that basically called her insane. The photos from the conference are all over social media. I told my wife to leave our home and now I'm sitting here realizing I might have made the biggest mistake of my life.""Which part was the mistake?""All of it. Letting Sophia move in. Not believing Eve when she said something was wrong. Choosing to trust medical documents I never verified instead of trusting my wife who's never lied to me about anything.""So what are you going to do?""I don't know. Eve won't talk to me. I can't undo telling her to leave. I can't take back the things I said at the hospital.""You could start by actually investigating Sophia's pregnancy yourself. Instead of just accepting what she tells you.""How would I even do that?""Call the doctor whose name is on her records. Verify she was actually a patient. Ask to see the original ultrasounds, not copies. Treat it like a busines

Jessica's POV I've been checking on Eve every hour. Bringing food she wouldn't eat, water she barely touched, asking questions she answered in monosyllables or not at all. Three days of watching my best friend disappear into herself. Day four, I went in at noon with toast and tea and found her on the bathroom floor. "Eve!" I dropped everything and knelt next to her. She was conscious, barely, her skin pale and clammy, eyes unfocused. "What happened? Did you fall?" "I got dizzy," she mumbled. "Stood up too fast." "When's the last time you ate something?" She didn't answer. "Eve, when did you last eat?" "Yesterday maybe. I don't remember." "Jesus Christ." I helped her sit up, leaned her against the bathtub. "Stay here. Don't move." I grabbed my phone and called our doctor. Dr. Rivers, the one Eve and I both used, the one who'd squeeze us in for emergencies. "I need an appointment," I said when the receptionist answered. "Today. Now. My friend collapsed." "Is she conscious

DAMON'S POV Living with Sophia was easier than I expected. That was the problem. She'd been back in the penthouse for two weeks now, back in the guest wing where she'd been before Eve left, and we'd fallen into a routine that felt almost normal. Mornings she'd already be up when I came out of the bedroom. Not making breakfast together or anything domestic like that, but she'd have coffee going and we'd exchange pleasantries about our plans for the day. Evenings she was usually in the living room when I got home from work. Reading or watching something on her laptop, looking up when I walked in. "How was your day?" "Long. Yours?" "Boring. Doctor's appointment was fine though. Baby's measuring perfectly." Conversations like that. Simple, easy, no landmines. She didn't ask about Eve. Didn't bring up the assault or the conference or any of it. Just existed in the apartment without drama. It was such a stark contrast to the last few months with Eve that I found myself relaxing

I got to the coffee shop fifteen minutes early. Wanted to be settled before Damon arrived, wanted to have the upper hand of already being there when he walked in. Ordered a decaf latte because caffeine was off limits now, found a table near the back where we could talk without being overheard, and waited. Two o'clock came and went. No Damon. I checked my phone. No messages, no calls, nothing. Maybe he was running late. Traffic, a meeting that went long, something came up. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and kept waiting. Two fifteen. Two thirty. Still nothing. I texted him. Me: I'm here. Where are you? The message showed as delivered but not read. Two forty-five. I ordered another decaf latte I didn't want just so I wouldn't feel awkward sitting there alone. The barista gave me a sympathetic look when I picked it up. She thought I was being stood up on a date. She wasn't wrong. Three o'clock. I called him. Straight to voicemail. "Hey, it's me. I'm at the coff

The words came out calm, certain, final. Damon's face went white. "What?" "I want a divorce. I'm done with this. Done fighting for a marriage you've already checked out of." "I haven't checked out..." "You have. You just don't want to admit it. But I'm admitting it for both of us. This is over." "Eve, no..." "Yes. I'll have my lawyer send you papers. You can sign them or fight them but either way, I'm done." I turned and walked out of Sophia's room. Down the hallway toward the front door. Damon followed me. "Eve, wait. Please. We can work this out." "There's nothing to work out. You made your choice, so stick with it" "I didn't choose anything..." "You chose her. Like you've been choosing her for months. I'm just finally accepting it." I grabbed my suitcase from the bedroom. Sophia appeared in the hallway, watching with those wide calculating eyes. "You got what you wanted," I said to her. "Congratulations." "Eve, I never wanted to hurt you..." "Yes you did. You wante