My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

[Olivia Jude Velcro]“You must be elated to share this good news with Carter.” The message from doctor Homer made my heart race. A desperate teardrop fell over the screen of my shining phone. My whole married life flashed with happy moments. Combined with the painful ones when my husband and I tried endlessly to conceive. I squirmed with a gleeful sound in my seat and immediately composed myself in the empty room. “I should tell Carter and the family about this good news.” I glanced at the phone and checked the time. A smile curled along my lips and I was unable to contain my emotions.My husband should be reaching home in an hour or two. It was the right time to tell him. I slid the phone into the pocket of my white coat and rose from my chair, preparing for my usual rounds.Wiping my tears off the cheeks brashly it felt worth all the gruesome efforts. “He will be over the top upon hearing about my pregnancy.” I had been married to Carter Velcro for six years. Six steady, predictab

[Olivia Jude Velcro]I returned home alone.The car ride after lunch with Elara and Sahl felt endless, every mile stretching the silence further. I kept expecting Carter to appear later that night—to walk through the door, to speak, to explain, to fight. Something. Anything.But the house remained painfully quiet.Lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling as shadows crept across it, I finally understood the truth I had been refusing to face.Carter Velcro didn’t care.He had a family already. A complete one.And I wasn’t part of it.The realization hollowed me out. I felt betrayed—robbed of my best years. I had given him everything: my loyalty, my love, my time. I had balanced my life as his wife with my demanding career as a doctor, striving to be flawless in both roles. Never—not once—had I imagined he would betray me so completely.Lost in the wreckage of my thoughts, replaying every moment of my marriage like a cruel loop, I fell asleep.The next morning, my phone shattered the silen

[Olivia Jude Velcro]I was on my way back to my office, exhaustion clinging to my bones, when I finally allowed myself to breathe. Carter was stable. That was all that mattered—for the patient, not the husband he once was. I slipped my coat from my shoulders when my phone vibrated in my hand.I already knew who it was before I looked.Elara. Carter’s mother. I hesitated, then answered, my fingers pressing harder than necessary against the screen.“Sweetheart,” her voice came through, gentle and worried, “I heard what happened. Is Carter alright? And… how are you?”I pinched the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes. How did she know? Has someone called her already? Or was this fate’s cruel timing—dragging her back into my life only because her son had landed in my hospital?No, I couldn’t allow it.“Yes, Elara,” I replied, steadying my voice. “He’s fine. He got into a bar fight playing hero. Typical Carter. He’s admitted, but he’ll recover.”I hoped that would end it.It didn’t.Three m

[Olivia Jude Velcro]“You have to come with me tonight, Olivia. Please.”The word ‘please’ tasted foreign on my tongue, but I meant it. I needed her there with me as my wife. Where she had always belonged. Somewhere deep inside, a foolish hope flickered that if I could just get her to stay beside me for one evening. If we could breathe the same air without fighting, maybe everything wouldn’t feel so irrevocably broken.“You’re already dressed,” I added softly, tightening my hold on her hand. “It would crush Mom if she didn’t get to see you in the dress she picked herself.”Olivia didn’t answer. But she didn’t pull away either.That was enough for me.I instructed the driver to take us to the venue, my chest tight with anticipation and dread. Olivia had always lived inside hospital walls, endless shifts, sleepless nights, patients before parties. I never stopped her. I admired her for it. But it meant she was never there not at galas, not at dinners, not in public spaces where people

[Olivia Jude Velcro]I already knew the patient’s name.The moment it registered, a short, humorless laugh escaped me. Fate had a cruel sense of timing.Doctor Briana had personally summoned me as her assistant for the surgery. Whether Camilla wanted me there or not was irrelevant. And after Carter’s absurd condition, a small, reckless part of me decided that if I was walking into fire anyway, I might as well let it burn.I knew they all would be there. I knew my presence would shatter whatever fragile calm they were clinging to.Doctor Briana met me first, briefing me quickly, her voice calm but urgent. When she insisted we meet the child’s family before surgery, I nodded—already bracing myself.The doors opened.Carter froze.Genuine surprise flashed across his face the moment he saw me step in beside Doctor Briana, my lips curved in a restrained, unapologetic smirk. Camilla, on the other hand, unraveled instantly. Color drained from her face, panic replacing composure as she stared