All Chapters of Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Zayne!” Elmy shouted as she grabbed whatever was within reach—a towel. Without mercy, she threw it at Zayne’s face and ran out of the bedroom.Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she collapsed onto the sofa, restless and shaken. When she heard the soft clicking of low heels approaching, Elmy looked up and found Sunny standing in front of her, concern written all over her face.“Are you okay?” Sunny asked.“Yeah.” Elmy took a breath, then looked at Sunny’s glowing face. “How was the checkup?”“Oh, the doctor said I need regular monitoring during the stimulation phase. After that, they’ll retrieve the eggs and…” Sunny paused. “…Zayne’s sperm.”Elmy’s lips curved into a smile, but her eyes didn’t follow. Sunny had chosen her words carefully, yet Elmy still felt something strange—like something had just been taken from her hands.For a moment, Elmy reminded herself how this all started. It had been her idea. Her decision. And yet, somehow, she still wasn’t ready to share Zayne—even in a c

“Tea, Zayne?” Sunny offered, lifting the teapot toward the empty mug.Zayne shook his head. There was something he was waiting for this morning—a habit that had slowly faded. His gaze shifted to Gianna, who had just finished placing toast onto a plate.“Where’s my wife, Gianna?” he asked, puzzled. Elmy was nowhere to be seen since he woke up. Her favorite bag was still hanging on its hook, and her car keys were still there. Which meant she hadn’t gone to work yet.“Out for a run, Mr. Zayne.”Zayne frowned, confused. “With whom?”“Oh, I don’t know, Mr. Zayne.” Gianna set the plate of toast and sunny-side-up eggs on the table, then left the kitchen.Sunny, standing beside him, handed over a slice of bread she had already spread with jam. Zayne took it silently. As he ate with focus, Sunny tapped his shoulder. He turned immediately.Sunny’s soft laugh broke the silence. Without hesitation, she wiped the corner of Zayne’s lips. “You’re like a little kid, Zayne,” she teased.The gesture di

“Sunny!”Zayne immediately dropped into a crouch, tossing his bag aside without care. He reached for Sunny, his eyes scanning the bruises blooming along her arms and cheek, already turning blue. Gianna had been right—they hadn’t held back at all.“I’m fine, Zayne,” Sunny said softly, offering a faint smile despite her swollen face. Her slender fingers gently brushed over the bruise, as if the touch alone could ease the pain. For a moment, she turned her head, and Zayne followed her gaze.His eyes widened when he saw Elmy standing unsteadily, supported by Gianna. Instinctively, Zayne moved to go after her—but Sunny’s pained groan made him turn back at once. He dropped to one knee, focusing on Sunny again.“Are you hurt?” Zayne asked, panic creeping into his voice.Sunny lifted her palm, blood smeared across her skin from shattered glass. Zayne took her hand, examining the wound closely. “It’s pretty bad,” he muttered, then glanced briefly at Elmy. He let out a long breath, abandoning h

Zayne canceled his plans with Sunny. He postponed meetings and called off appointments with several companies for one reason only: Elmy, his wife.His phone felt hot in his hand, like it was about to overheat. He wasn’t using anything except calls and messages. Dozens of missed calls and unread texts filled the screen—every single one saying the same thing, sent minute after minute.Where are you right now?Did something happen?Call me if you see this.None of them were answered.Zayne paced back and forth in front of the bed, staring at his phone. His chest felt tight, his breathing shallow, while the screen stayed silent. Eventually, he gave up.Exhaustion won over worry. He placed the phone on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep almost instantly.Near dawn, he woke up to a room chilled by the early morning air—dim and quiet. Nothing had changed, except Elmy still hadn’t returned to the bedroom since last night. Zayne stretched, then checked his phone again.He sighed when he

Elmy’s eyes widened. Zayne’s hand, which had been resting on her cheek, slid to the back of her neck, gently pulling her closer until their lips pressed together. His tongue brushed against hers, slow and soft. Elmy touched his arm, then his chest, before pushing him away.Her breath came in short, uneven bursts. The skin at the back of her neck still held the warmth of Zayne’s fingers—too close, leaving her no space to retreat. Every nerve felt exposed. Her lips still remembered his sudden, frustrated kiss.In her mind, questions tumbled over one another. Why did Zayne do that? What triggered it? Was he angry? Upset because she had broken her promise? If that was the case, the thought crossed her mind that maybe she should do it more often. At least before the divorce, she would know what it felt like to have Zayne to herself—even if it was only through brief, fleeting kisses.Zayne seemed to realize what he had done. “I’m sorry,” he said—short, quiet, as if the kiss had been a mista