บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Replacement Wife: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

BETHANYI couldn’t stop thinking about what Ophelia told me.I sat on my sofa with my legs pulled under me and just replayed the whole thing. The tea, the sitting room, the way she had leaned forward like she was letting me in on something everybody else was too blind to see.That marriage is hollow.I said it out loud just to hear how it felt.“That marriage is hollow.” and It felt good.Those pictures had genuinely scared me. I’m not going to pretend they didn’t. Jared and Nara walking into that gala hand in hand, his body turned toward her, every blog in the city running with it like they had just discovered the most beautiful love story of the year. I had sat in my living room and felt something cold move through me that I hadn’t felt in a long time.But Ophelia words was all i needed now.. She knew Jared, she knew what was performance and what was real and she had sat across from me and told me plainly that what the world was seeing was not what was actually happening behind clos

NARA The restaurant was just the kind of place that really didn’t need to try. No flashy signs, no crowded entrance, just a quiet elegance that announced itself in the way the lighting fell soft and golden over everything, the way the staff moved like they had been trained never to rush, the way the air itself smelled faintly expensive. Every table was set like something out of a magazine. Every person seated at those tables looked like they had been born knowing which fork to use first. I walked in beside Jared and tried not to look like I was looking at everything. He had his hand at the small of my back guiding me through, and one of the restaurant staff appeared almost instantly, leading us toward a section in the back that was half partitioned off from the rest of the room. Reserved. Private. The kind of spot you didn’t get unless someone already knew your name before you arrived. Three people were already at the table when we got there. Two men and a woman, all dressed with

JAREDMy heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped animal. For a second, the room seemed to lose its color, the walls closing in on me. It’s not here. It’s not here. How could I have forgotten something so important? Jesus Christ!The words repeated in my mind, a terrifying chant. I had spent my entire life building a reputation for being flawless, calculating, and completely in control. Yet right now, looking into the empty depths of my briefcase, I felt utterly naked."Mr. Wilson?"My personal assistant’s voice broke through the fog in my brain. She stepped fully into the office, gesturing toward the four international investors. “Our esteemed visitors are here.” She announced again.They were sharply dressed, their faces carrying the expectant smiles of men ready to witness something extraordinary."Ah, gentlemen," I said. It took every ounce of my willpower to force my hands to stop shaking, to snap the briefcase shut, and to plaster a welcoming smile on my face. My voice

NARA The heavy silence in the office was suffocating. David, the senior gemologist, picked up the official papers resting on the mahogany desk. He flipped through the stamped pages, his eyes moving back and forth between the text and the glittering stone in the velvet box. He adjusted his jeweler’s loupe, leaning down to check the lens a second time. He stared at the diamond for several long seconds before slowly straightening up. He pulled the loupe away, his expression completely flat. "Mr. Wilson," David said, his tone dropping low and sharp. "This inscription doesn't match the documents." Jared’s confident expression darkened. The relaxed posture he had maintained moments ago vanished into total tension. He stepped closer to the table, staring right at the gemologist. "What do you mean?" Jared demanded, his voice short and cold. "I mean what I said," David replied, tossing the papers onto the glass table. "This isn't the diamond we came to inspect. This stone is a fake. It’s

NARA The drive back to the Wilson family estate felt like a fast trip straight into hell. Jared did not say a single word to me during the entire ride. His hand gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned completely white. I sat huddled against the far side of the car, holding my red, bruised wrist against my chest. Every time I looked at him, tears welled up in my eyes, but he kept his gaze locked strictly on the road ahead. The heavy iron gates of the estate opened, and Jared sped through the long driveway. He did not stop at our main house. Instead, he drove straight toward his parents' private wing. Before the car could even come to a full stop in front of the grand entrance, Jared threw his door open. He marched over to my side, yanked my car door open, and reached in to grab my arm with brute force. "Jared, please! You're hurting me!" I screamed as he yanked me out of the vehicle. My feet could not find their balance on the hard concrete. The moment m