Lahat ng Kabanata ng SECRETS OF A BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

When Rivera slid into the car, she didn’t close the door immediately. She lingered halfway in, one hand on the handle, looking up at him.“Reagan, people are staring,” she said quietly, not accusing, just overwhelmed.He rested one arm on the roof of the car, leaning slightly toward her. “They always stare.”“That’s not normal.”“It is for me." There was no arrogance in his voice. Just a quiet, tired fact. She studied his face like she was trying to understand the life he had lived before she entered it. Then she sighed and got in.He closed the door for her gently. She was surprised at how carefully he had suddenly became with her, like she was something fragile.Rivera watched him walk around the front of the car through the windshield. Even outside, even doing something as ordinary as getting into a driver’s seat, he carried that same quiet gravity.Heads still turned. People pretended not to stare, which only made it more obvious that they were. They were staring, whispering, and

Rivera arrived earlier than everyone else. The office looked different when it was empty. The lights were softer and the air cooler. She liked it this way.When no one was watching, she could pretend she was just another girl with a normal job and not the secret wife of the man who owned the building.She placed her bag carefully under her desk and smoothed her skirt before sitting down. Her desk was still new. On it sat a computer, a phone, a notepad, and a company mug she hadn’t used yet. There were no photos or personal things like on the other desks. She realized she needed to make it feel more alive so she could enjoy working there.Outside the glass wall, the city was already awake. Cars moved like slow rivers below. People walked fast, carrying coffee, holding phones to their ears, and living their lives.She opened a spreadsheet and tried to focus, but her mind kept drifting. Reagan was coming today. Even thinking his name inside the office unsettled her. She still thought abo

Luke didn’t take Rivera to the crowded part of the bar. He led her through a quiet hallway, past a curtain, and into a private VIP room where the music from outside became only a dull vibration in the walls. The lights were low and warm. A single lamp sat on the table between two velvet chairs. It was very calm, and Rivera liked it. It was exactly what she needed.Rivera sat down slowly. Her hands were still trembling. She clasped them together on her lap so he wouldn’t notice, but he noticed anyway.He didn’t speak immediately. He signaled for water, not alcohol, and when it came, he pushed the glass gently toward her. “Drink,” he said softly.She obeyed. The cold water steadied her breathing a little. Luke watched her for a moment. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”She shook her head. “It’s nothing important.”His expression didn’t change. “You were crying like someone died.”She forced a weak smile. “I’m just tired.”He leaned back, studying her the way someone studies a puz

Reagan did not sleep. He lay on the wide bed in the master suite, eyes open, and staring at the dark ceiling. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. It sounded louder than usual, like it was counting every second of his irritation. His wife had gone AWOL and this was bad. Even though he knew she was with Luke, he did not feel calm. That was the strange part. For two years he had handed her over to Luke without a second thought, without a single question. He had even encouraged it. So why did it bother him now? He turned on his side, then on his back again. Sleep refused to come. By the time Luke’s message finally arrived, Reagan had already shattered a glass tumbler in his hand without realizing how hard he was holding it, and it had cut him. He washed the blood off and applied a bandage, but it wasn't done properly. He didn't care anyway, he had too much on his mind. The message read: She’s with me. She’s safe. Don’t come tonight. She needs rest

Rivera’s fingers stilled on the keyboard. “Did he say why?”“No,” Daniel said. “Just, ‘Forward everything to Executive.’ No explanation.”Chloe leaned back in her chair slowly. “That is not normal.”Tessa, who had been quiet until now, turned around from her desk. “Maybe he’s giving you a break?”Rivera shook her head immediately. “He doesn’t give breaks.”They all fell silent for a moment, each of them glancing toward the glass office without moving their heads too much.Inside, Reagan stood by his desk, sleeves rolled up, looking down at a file. But every few minutes, his eyes lifted and scanned the floor.Chloe leaned closer again. “And the blinds are open. That means he’s watching.”Daniel groaned softly. “I hate when he does that. I feel like I’m in an exam hall.”Tessa muttered, “Or a police lineup.”Rivera swallowed and looked back at her screen. Her heart began to race, and she hated that she knew exactly why.What was he doing? Ignoring her, taking away her work, watching eve