All Chapters of Trading My Cheating Husband for a Billionaire Tycoon: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The study door closed again.The man who had seemed immovable only moments earlier finally collapsed.David’s entire frame began to shake violently. His face drained of color, turning ashen, cold sweat breaking out across his forehead in seconds. It was as if every ounce of strength had been ripped from his body. He sank back into the chair, clutching his chest as sharp, searing pain tore through him, stealing his breath.“This is my fault… all of it…” he rasped.He raised his fist and slammed it against his own head—once,then again.“Sir!” Uncle Steve rushed in, a glass of warm water and medication in his hands. He lunged forward and grabbed David’s wrist, stopping him mid-motion. “You can’t do this. If Madam were still here and saw you like this, it would break her heart.”David’s eyes turned bloodshot. Grief swallowed him whole, leaving him undone.Uncle Steve quickly pressed a pill into his mouth and lifted the glass to his lips. “Sir, Miss Lawson is strong. She’ll get thr

Now Henry was mobilizing his entire private medical team for Jennie.Nick didn’t dare ask questions. He only knew one thing: whatever this was, it had already gone far beyond what he could imagine.“Got it, got it,” Nick said quickly, nodding as he scrambled to start making calls.His phone buzzed again.The violence in Henry’s eyes hadn’t faded when he answered. His voice was low and rough.“Uncle Steve.”On the other end, the older man spoke calmly. “Mr. Lawson would like to invite you to the family home for lunch tomorrow.”Henry didn’t hesitate. “I’ll be there.”---Back at the hospital, William lifted Jennie carefully back onto the bed.Not long after, the attending physician entered with several nurses and began another round of detailed examinations.When it was over, the doctor’s brow was tightly furrowed.“Miss Lawson, we strongly recommend that you remain hospitalized immediately. We’ll put together a comprehensive treatment plan and keep you under twenty-four-hour

He stood up and pulled the heavy curtains closed.The room plunged into darkness.Jennie shut her eyes and forced her breathing to slow, carefully imitating the rhythm of deep sleep.About half an hour later, she heard it.Footsteps—so light they were almost imperceptible.William stopped beside her bed.Under the blanket, Jennie’s fingers curled into a fist, nails digging deep into her palm. Cold sweat soaked her hand.What is he doing?The next second, the phone on the nightstand was lifted.In the dark, the screen glowed faintly.He knew her passcode.She felt it as clearly as if she were watching—his fingers tapping, unlocking the screen, scrolling with practiced ease. He went through her messages, her call history, even her photos.He was checking her.Jennie’s heart climbed into her throat.After what felt like an eternity, he seemed to find nothing. The phone was placed back exactly where it had been.Then a ringtone broke the silence.A ringtone Jennie recognized

Jennie was mortified. Heat rushed to her cheeks no matter how hard she tried to stay composed.She avoided Henry’s gaze, which felt far too intense, and turned instead to Nick. Forcing calm into her voice, she spoke politely.“Mr. Jonas, could I trouble you to help me get another wheelchair?”It was a reasonable suggestion. It solved the problem and neatly defused the awkwardness.Nick rejected it without a second thought.“No, no. There’s no time. Going out to buy one and coming back would take too long. If your husband comes back and catches us, we won’t be able to leave at all.”The moment the words your husband left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room turned strange.The phrasing made it sound—uncomfortably so—like the two of them were abducting a married woman and making a getaway.Jennie’s face grew even warmer. For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond.Henry’s expression darkened completely as he looked at Nick.Nick, however, seemed blissfully unaware of the war

Henry didn’t hesitate.A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved at the corner of his mouth.“We won’t let him walk away.”---Intalent Tech. Conference RoomA group of men in tailored suits filed in one after another. Leading them was James King.They had barely taken their seats when a folder was slid to the center of the table.“Mr. Simmons,” James said calmly, “this is an agreement we’re delivering on behalf of Ms. Lawson. Please review it.”William frowned.He hadn’t expected this to be Jennie’s move.He flipped the document open—and the moment he saw the words Divorce Agreement, his expression hardened. He slammed the folder shut.“What is this supposed to mean?” he snapped. “Get out. All of you. Get the hell out of my office.”No one moved.Beside James, Attorney Watsons rose unhurriedly. He pulled out a tablet, placed it on the table, and with a flick of his finger, lit up the screen.A video began to play.William’s pupils shrank. “You—”He lunged forward—A s