All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

[Carter’s pov]The moment settled but it didn’t last.It couldn’t.Because no matter how tightly I held onto her, no matter how much I wanted to stay in that one quiet space where everything felt almost… right. The reality was still waiting. And it wasn’t going anywhere.I stayed on my knees a second longer than necessary, her hands still in mine, my forehead almost brushing against them as I tried to steady my thoughts.But they didn’t settle.They shifted and sharpened, more focused. Because now I know. Not everything but enough. Enough to understand that what I had walked into wasn’t just a mistake.It was a lie.A calculated one.Six years in the making.My jaw tightened. Slowly, I let go of her hands and pushed myself up, the weight in my chest returning the moment I stood.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing once across the room before stopping near the window.“I have to deal with them,” I said. My voice sounded different now. Colder. More controlled.But underneath there was

[Carter’s pov]The moment I saw Camilla raise her hand, something inside me snapped. There was no thought. No pause. Just instinct.One second she was lunging toward Olivia, fury twisting her face into something sharp and ugly. Next, I was already moving.My hand shot out and caught her wrist midair with enough force to stop her completely.Her skin was cold.Tense.But mine was worse.Because rage unlike anything I had ever known surged through me so violently that for a second, I could barely hear anything over the rush of blood pounding in my ears.“How dare you?” The words came out low. Deadly.Camilla’s eyes widened as she looked up at me. “Carter—” I didn’t let her finish. I shoved her backward. Not hard enough to hurt her.But hard enough to force distance between us.Enough distance to make damn sure she couldn’t get anywhere near Olivia. Because that was all I could think about now.Olivia. My wife.Pregnant.Carrying our child.The thought struck through me again with sudden

[Olivia’s pov]“I’m fine.” It was probably the fifth time I had said it in less than two minutes. Before Carter went out of the room. I had to practically force him out.And judging by the expression on Carter’s face, he believed me less with every repetition. “Olivia, you know me.”The way he said my name low, clipped, threaded with frustration, made it clear he was reaching the end of his patience.I sighed and looked up at him from the sofa. “I mean it,” I insisted. “Camilla didn’t touch me.”He was already shaking his head before I had even finished. “That isn’t the point.”“Then what is?”“The point,” he said, crouching in front of me again, “is that you’re pregnant, you’ve just been threatened, and she nearly shoved you.”His jaw tightened visibly. “And until a doctor tells me everything is fine, I’m not taking chances.”The intensity in his voice stole any immediate argument from my lips. It wasn’t anger, It wasn’t control either. It was fear. The kind that made his hands tense

[Carter’s pov]The moment I stormed into my father’s study, I knew I’d crossed a line.But I didn’t care.He didn’t even look surprised to see me.That irritated me more.He simply lifted his gaze from the papers in front of him. Then he leaned back in his leather chair and sighed. Just irritation like I was a mildly inconvenient interruption to his evening.“Carter.” His voice was smooth, measured and deadly calm. “You cannot simply barge into my study and speak to me in that tone.”I strode toward the desk, every muscle rigid. “You knew.”His brows lifted faintly. “Lower your voice.”The sheer audacity of it nearly made me laugh. “No.” Something dark flickered in his expression. He rose slowly from his chair, straightening to his full height.His hands rested lightly against the edge of the desk. “And what exactly gives you the right to storm in here making demands?” His lip curled. “You own nothing.” The words landed like a slap. For a split second, silence swallowed the room. The

[Carter’s pov]The second I stepped out of my father’s study, my blood was boiling. My whole life was a complete lie!I drove to the hospital to talk to Olivia.She was all I cared about.I strode down the corridor with Mallory’s words still ringing in my ears. Olivia won’t agree to it unless I force the issue.At first, I wanted to argue to make her stay at the Velcro manor.Olivia had been through enough already. The last thing she needed was me barking orders at her like some tyrant who thought control could fix everything.But then I thought about Camilla.About the possibility, however small….that she could get anywhere near Olivia.Near my child.By the time I reached Olivia’s room, I didn’t bother knocking.nI shoved the door open hard enough for it to slam against the wall.Both Olivia and Mallory snapped their heads toward me.Mallory stood near the bed, she was grabbing her bag to leave. Olivia sat propped against the pillows, one hand resting protectively over the slight cur