All Chapters of After the Divorce, My Billionaire Husband Lost His Mind: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“I’m offering to finish this.”The words didn’t echo.They settled.Heavy.Unavoidable.The two investigators didn’t respond immediately.They studied me instead—Not like a suspect anymore.Like a variable.“A lot of people say that,” the first one finally said.“I’m not a lot of people.”A pause.“No,” he agreed quietly.“You’re not.”Silence stretched across the room.Because now—We were past the surface.Past denial.Past positioning.Into something more dangerous.Truth.“What exactly are you offering?” the second investigator asked.“Access,” I said.“To what?”“Everything they didn’t expect me to still have.”A pause.“Names. Authorizations. Patterns.”My voice didn’t rise.Didn’t push.“Structure.”The first investigator leaned forward slightly.“And why would you do that?”The question again.But this time—It hit differently.Because now—There was no room for strategy in the answer.Only honesty.“Because I helped build it,” I said.Silence.“And I didn’t stop it when I sho

Helpless.The feeling stayed with me long after the door closed behind her.Long after the officer guided me back down the hallway.Long after the sound of her voice stopped echoing in my head.Because for the first time in my life—There was nothing to solve.No strategy.No leverage.No decision powerful enough to force the outcome I wanted.Just waiting.And I hated it.The cell felt smaller that night.Not physically.But mentally.Every thought circled back to her.The look in her eyes.The tremor in her voice when she admitted she was scared.The way she held my hand like she didn’t want to let go.And the worst part—I understood why.Because somewhere beneath everything—Beneath the anger.The history.The damage between us—She still trusted me enough to need me there.And I wasn’t.I sat on the edge of the narrow bed, elbows resting on my knees, staring at the floor.Sleep wasn’t possible.Every time I closed my eyes—I saw her sitting across from me.Pale.Tired.Trying so

“She woke up…”The words hit first.Fast.Sharp.But it was the second part that destroyed me completely.“And the first thing she said was your name.”I closed my eyes instantly.Not because I was relieved—Though I was.God, I was.But because the emotion that followed relief hurt almost as much as the fear before it.She woke up asking for me.Not her doctor.Not the nurses.Not even about herself.Me.My chest tightened so hard it almost became painful again.“Is she okay?” I asked immediately.My voice sounded rough.Broken.The guard hesitated.“She’s conscious.”That wasn’t an answer.“Nathan,” I said sharply.He was already pulling out his phone.Already moving.A tense silence filled the corridor while he made the call.I couldn’t breathe properly.Couldn’t think properly.Every second stretched into something unbearable.Then Nathan finally spoke quietly into the phone.“Yes.”A pause.“And her condition?”His face changed slightly.Not worse.But not fully relieved either.

“The next forty-eight hours will decide whether both of them survive.”The room went completely still.Not silent.The machines still beeped softly beside Elara’s bed.The air conditioning still hummed overhead.Somewhere outside the room, footsteps moved through the hallway.But inside me—Everything stopped.Forty-eight hours.Two days.Two days separating me from either a future with my family—Or a grief I already knew would destroy me.I looked toward Elara instinctively.Still asleep.Still pale.Still holding onto life while her body fought a battle neither of us could control.And suddenly the thought of time felt vicious.Because for years I wasted it carelessly.And now every second mattered so much it hurt.“How bad?” I asked quietly.Nathan exhaled slowly.“They’re concerned about organ stress and internal trauma from the hemorrhage.”My jaw tightened immediately.“And the baby?”“The heartbeat is strong for now.”For now.Again.Always temporary.Always fragile.“But if h

“We’re losing them.”The words hit like a physical impact.I stared at the doctor.Certain I had heard him wrong.Certain my brain had twisted the sentence into something worse.“What?”The word barely came out.The doctor stepped closer quickly.“Her blood pressure crashed during the scans.”No.“We’re trying to stabilize both of them, but—”“No.”I shook my head immediately.Hard.Violently.“Don’t say it like that.”Because if he said it clearly—If he made it real—I would break in a way I could never recover from.The doctor’s expression tightened.“We need you to understand the situation.”“I understand enough.”No.I understood too much.I understood that people only used tones like this when death became possible.Maybe imminent.My pulse pounded so hard it hurt.“What’s happening right now?” Nathan asked beside me.More controlled than I was.The doctor exhaled sharply.“She’s hemorrhaging again.”Everything inside me went cold.“And the baby is in distress.”Jesus Christ.I