Todos os capítulos de My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

[Carter’s pov]The second I stepped into the building, I knew something was wrong.There was a tension in the air so thick it practically crackled.People clustered in frantic groups near reception, whispering sharply. Phones were ringing nonstop. The moment the glass doors slid shut behind me, every head turned.And then just as quickly, everyone looked away.That told me everything.Bad news.Severe enough that no one wanted to be the first to deliver it. I loosened my tie as I strode across the marble floor, ignoring the nervous glances.Right now, I don't have the patience. Not after the hell of last night. Not after Olivia’s panic attack.Not after the revelation that Camilla had walked free because someone had stolen evidence from inside the department.I’d barely slept.My mind had spent the entire night piecing together possibilities, trying to figure out who would risk something that reckless.And deep down, I’d already suspected this wasn’t random. There was intent behind i

[Carter’s pov]I was halfway through tearing apart another financial report when there was a sharp knock at my office door.“Come in.”The door opened, and Mallory stepped inside.Her expression was composed, but I’d worked with her long enough to catch the faint tension around her mouth.Something else.Because apparently the universe had decided that one disaster at a time wasn’t enough.I leaned back in my chair and pinched the bridge of my nose. “What now?”Mallory closed the door behind her and crossed the room. “Mr. Ronan is downstairs.”That made my hand freeze.I slowly looked up.“He says he wants to speak with you.”For a moment, I just stared at her.Then I let out a short, humorless laugh.Of course.The day my company was bleeding from every artery, the vultures had started circling. And at the front of the pack was Ronan. I leaned back further, my jaw tightening.What the hell did he want?A dozen ugly possibilities slammed through my head at once.Had he heard about our

[Olivia’s pov]I checked my reflection one last time in the lobby mirror, though I wasn’t sure why I bothered. My hands were already trembling slightly, hidden beneath the soft fold of my dress as I stood just outside the grand hall where Carter’s party was being held.Everything inside sounded too perfect. Laughter, music, the clinking of glasses like a world I hadn’t been invited into, not really. Not until now.I turned slightly when I felt his presence before I even saw him.Carter.He always had that effect like the air shifted before he spoke. “You’re late,” I said softly, though I didn’t mean it as a complaint.“I had to make sure everything inside was ready,” he replied, eyes scanning me instead of the hallway. “You came.”It wasn’t a question, but I still nodded.Then I hesitated.My fingers curled into themselves before I finally asked, “Is it okay if I’m here tonight? Won’t it be a problem for you now? With all this new authority and rumours?”The question sounded smaller t

[Olivia’s pov]Camilla’s laugh was soft.“You really don’t know, do you?” she said, tilting her head as if I were a child who had missed the point.My grip on the papers tightened again, though my fingers already felt numb.Camilla’s lips curved.“Your husband didn’t just sign divorce papers,” she said lightly. “He signed something far more valuable.”A murmur spread through the hall again.I could feel it pressing in on me from all sides. “What are you talking about?” someone whispered.Camilla turned slightly, as if addressing the entire room now instead of just me.“With those signatures,” she continued, “Sahl officially transferred full control of his company to Carter Velcro.”That didn’t make sense.She smiled at my reaction like she had been waiting for it. “In exchange for the divorce,” she added casually, “and for removing you from the picture.”I shook my head slowly, as if movement alone could undo what I was hearing. “No…” I whispered, barely audible. “That’s not—”Camilla

[Olivia’s pov]Darkness took me away slowly the moment Ronan brought me out of the hall. Now I could feel some flicker, not all at once.First came the sound.A soft rhythmic beeping somewhere to my left. Then the faint hum of air conditioning. The distant shuffle of footsteps outside a door.And finally, the dull ache spreading through every part of my body as consciousness pulled me upward like something heavy being dragged to the surface.My eyelids fluttered open.The bright white ceiling above me blurred into focus, unfamiliar and sterile.For a moment, I didn’t understand where I was. I blinked again, my throat dry and scratchy. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled my lungs.Hospital?The realization came in fragments. Pain lanced through my chest, not physical this time, but memory colliding all at once.My breathing quickened.I turned my head weakly, trying to make sense of the room around me. Then panic struck. Everything inside me jolted awake.“Nina?” My voice came out hoa