Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire’s Replacement Wife: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

NARAHOURS LATERThe cold metal bench felt like ice pressing through my clothes, but the freezing air in the small, dim cell was nothing compared to the absolute emptiness inside my chest.I sat there with my knees pulled tightly against my body, staring down at the dirty floor, trying to make sense of the last few hours.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every single time I closed my eyes, I saw the police officers stepping into the Wilson family living room, grabbing my arms, and putting heavy metal handcuffs on my wrists.How did my life turn into this?How did I end up locked inside a police cell?I covered my face with my hands and let out a painful cry. The sound bounced off the damp walls.I cried so hard that my chest hurt and I couldn’t catch my breath.Jared.My own husband called the cops on me.The man who was supposed to stand by me stood right there and handed me over to the police like I was nothing to him. He didn’t listen to a single word I said.I had looked him in the

NARAThe morning light poked through the small window of the room, burning my eyes. I lay on the bed for a long time, staring up at the ceiling, feeling like a heavy rock was sitting on my chest. Every part of my body ached.Finally, I forced myself to sit up and drag my feet to the tiny bathroom.I looked into the mirror and almost gasped at the person staring back at me. My skin was pale and dry. Dark, heavy bags hung under my swollen red eyes, proof that I hadn't slept a single minute last night. I looked so stressed, so worn out, and so completely tired of everything.I leaned against the sink, resting my forehead against the cold glass. It was over. My marriage was dead. There was no saving it now. If Jared could personally call the police on me, if he could watch me get dragged away in handcuffs, and if he couldn't even bother to come bail me out... then there was nothing left to fight for.Tears welled up in my eyes again, hot and burning, but I quickly wiped them away with t

NARAI stood in the cold aisle of the sixth supermarket I’d entered today, leaning heavily against my shopping cart. My legs were aching, my head was throbbing, and my feet felt like they were going to fall off. I squinted at the refrigerated shelves, frantically searching for one very specific brand of imported cheese.I couldn’t go home without it. I just couldn’t.I learned my lesson two days ago. I hadn’t been able to find the exact brand of jam Camille put on her stupid list, so I bought a different brand instead and brought it home. Camille had flipped out. She called me a useless, disobedient dog, snatched the bags from my hands, and locked the front door right in my face. I was forced to sleep outside on the porch in the freezing night air with no dinner.And the worst part? My own father had been sitting right there in the living room. He had watched her lock me out, heard me crying and knocking softly on the door, and he didn’t say a single word. He actually agreed with her.

JAREDI sat alone in the dim light of my study, the hum of my laptop screen burning my eyes. It was evening, but I was furiously typing away at work emails, desperately trying to drown out my own thoughts.I needed to keep my mind occupied.I needed to stop thinking about her.It was impossible.No matter how many spreadsheets or contracts I opened, my mind kept drifting back to her face.With a bitter growl, I slammed the laptop shut. The loud thud echoed through the quiet room. I leaned back against my chair, rubbing my temples as I let out a long, ragged sigh.That was when my eyes landed on the thick stack of papers sitting on the corner of my desk.The divorce documents.I reached out with a trembling hand and picked them up, staring at the bold, dark print on the front page.Jared Wilson vs. Nara Wilson.As I read through the cold, legal terms, a tight knot twisted deep in my chest. The agonizing pain of Nara’s betrayal washed over me all over again, fresh and burning hot.A wav

The sleek black sedan sped down the quiet roads, the hum of the engine doing nothing to drown out the loud, chaotic thoughts racing through Jared’s mind.His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.Everything from that terrible day replayed in his head like a dark movie.“What a massive fool I was…” he thought, biting the inside of his cheek until he tasted copper.He should have believed her.He should have looked into her eyes, seen her panic and her tears, and known that the woman he married could never do something so dirty.But he hadn’t.Instead of protecting her, he had called the police on his own wife.How could he do such a thing?He hadn’t just acted without a single grain of common sense; he had dragged their private marital issues out into the open for the whole world to watch.Now even the estate workers and servants were gossiping about it.Shame washed over him, hot and heavy.All he could do now was pray that Nara would find it in her he