Semua Bab Married To The Cold Billionaire : Bab 11

My mother was asleep on the couch when I checked on her. The television murmured softly, some late-night drama she wouldn’t remember in the morning. A knitted blanket covered her legs. Her breathing was even, stronger than it had been months ago, when every rise and fall of her chest felt borrowed. I stood there longer than necessary. Weeks ago, she’d been confined to a hospital bed, machines humming, my world reduced to invoices and fear. Adrian had erased that crisis with a signature. No speeches. No reminders. Just quiet efficiency. She was home now. Well. Alive. I stayed because of love. But I would never forget why I’d agreed to stay in the first place.The penthouse was quiet in a way that felt deliberate.Not empty, but intentional.I noticed it most in the evenings, when the day’s distractions faded and there was nothing left but shared space. Adrian worked late, but even when he was home, the silence lingered between us like an agreement neither of us had signed.That