All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

[Olivia’s pov]The first thing I noticed was the ceiling.White hospital ceiling.For a moment, I just stared at it, blinking slowly as my mind tried to catch up with my body. There was a dull heaviness in my limbs, like I had been pulled under something and only just resurfaced.The faint beeping of a monitor reached my ears. A slow breath left me as I turned my head slightly.The room came into focus piece by piece, the IV stand, the curtain drawn halfway, the quiet hum of machines. And then I saw him.Homer?Homer stood near the foot of the bed, flipping through a medical chart, his expression focused in that familiar, detached way he had when he was working.For a second, I just watched him. Trying to remember. Trying to piece together why I was here.“Homer…” My voice came out softer than I intended. He looked up instantly.The shift in his expression was immediate—relief flashing across his face before he set the chart aside and crossed the room in a few quick steps.“You’re aw

[Carter’s pov]The footage flickered once before stabilizing. Grainy. Silent. But clear enough.I stood in the security room, arms braced against the desk, my eyes locked on the screen as the timeline rolled back.Every angle. Every second.“Play that again,” I said.The technician didn’t argue. He rewound the clip, the timestamp jumping back exactly thirty seconds.Candice appeared in the frame. Walking down the corridor with that same careless trust that had always made something in my chest tighten.My jaw clenched. She stopped near the turn. I looked around. Waiting for someone. The frame shifted— And then I saw her.Camilla.Stepping into view like she belonged there. Like she had every right. My pulse slowed. Dangerously.Because rage like this— It didn’t explode.It sharpened.She crouched in front of Candice, speaking to her—soft, calm, controlled. Candice didn’t hesitate.Didn’t resist.She just… went with her. I stared at the screen long after they disappeared.“Send me this

[Olivia pov]The ride home felt longer than usual.Or maybe it was just me.I leaned my head lightly against the window, watching the city blur past in streaks of gray and gold, my thoughts refusing to settle into anything steady. Everything felt too close together—too loud inside my head.Candice being taken.Then found.The conversation with Homer.The truth sitting quietly beneath my ribs like something fragile I didn’t yet know how to hold.And Ronan.I closed my eyes briefly.That was the part I hadn’t been able to shake.The way he had looked at me.Calm.Controlled.But not untouched.“You’re thinking too much,” Homer said from the driver’s seat.I huffed a faint breath. “When am I not?”“Fair point.”Silence followed for a few seconds, broken only by the soft hum of the engine.Then—“What did he say?”I didn’t need to ask who he meant.I shifted slightly, turning my gaze forward instead of out the window.“Nothing,” I said.Homer glanced at me briefly. “Nothing?”I shook my h

[Olivia’s pov]The silence he left behind lingered longer than it should have.I stood there for a moment after Ronan walked out of my cabin, my eyes fixed on the door as if he might come back and say something he had chosen not to.He didn’t.Of course he didn’t.That wasn’t who he was.I exhaled slowly, pressing my palm lightly against the edge of my desk.Everything felt like it was shifting again—quietly, steadily—like the ground beneath me wasn’t as stable as I had thought.Carter.The thought came uninvited. Unavoidable. Last night’s call replayed in my mind, every broken word, every uneven breath.You were right, Olivia. Something had cracked. What was he talking about? What was the reference about? And I still didn’t know what.My fingers moved almost on their own, reaching for my phone. I stared at his name for a second.Just a second.Then I pressed call.It rang.Once.Twice.Three times.No answer.A small crease formed between my brows. That wasn’t like him. I ended the

[Olivia’s pov]For a moment after he spoke, I didn’t move.Not because I didn’t understand.But because I did.Too well.The way his voice had dropped. The hesitation. The fragments of truth he wasn’t fully saying—but I could feel sitting just beneath the surface.Something had broken.And whatever it was, it had shaken him in a way I had never seen before.I stepped closer.Slowly.Carefully.Like approaching something fragile.“Carter…” I said softly.He looked at me, but his eyes weren’t steady. They carried too much—confusion, anger, disbelief—like he was still trying to sort through everything at once and failing.I reached for him.This time, not just to hold him—but to ground him.“No matter what it is,” I said quietly, “no matter what you’ve found out…”My fingers tightened slightly around his.“I’m with you.”The words felt simple.But they weren’t.They were a promise.His jaw clenched faintly, like he was holding something back.I didn’t rush him.Instead, I guided him gently tow