All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

[Carter’s pov]The drive home felt longer than usual. But my mind was still scattered and jumping from one thought to another.Candice had fallen quiet halfway through, the silence occupied in the car she sat beside me. I stole a few glances at her myself, my grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel.I couldn’t make up my mind whether I wanted to scold Candice for what she did. Or to sympathize with her that she was being influenced wrongly.Whatever it was, it hurt me.Olivia’s words echoed in my head like a relentless storm. She believed that our feud and divorce was affecting her. My relationship with Camilla had never been good. But I had tried my best to never fight in front of Candice.I couldn’t deny what Olivia said.I exhaled sharply, trying to shake it off, but it clung stubbornly. Candice wasn’t like that, I knew her since birth. She couldn’t be, she has never been violent. The image of that boy in the hospital bed flickered in my mind.How could Camilla not know this

[Carter’s pov]I didn’t give myself time to think anymore.If I did, I might have softened for Candice’s sake. I might have chosen my words carefully. I might have even held back for her, from scolding Camilla.And right now, I didn’t want to.The moment I had stepped into Camilla’s room, the tension from earlier came rushing back. But now after such a confrontation, it wasn’t laced with suspicion.“What do you mean by that, Carter?” Camilla glared at me. It was anger. Raw. Unfiltered. “How dare you call me a spinster!” Well, who wouldn’t?She was just talking flirty with a man while claiming to be my wife publicly.“Camilla.” I groaned, trying to control myself.She turned slowly at the sound of my voice, one brow arching in mild irritation as if I had disturbed her for something insignificant. “What now, Carter?”That tone.It snapped whatever restraint I had left.“What exactly do you do all day, uh?” I demanded sharply. “Besides flirting with men you barely know? Hunting down wea

[Olivia’s pov]The mall was brighter than my mood. I didn’t know what I had expected. Nina and I came to the most bustling spot.It felt like I had stepped into a different world entirely. Just an hour ago, I had been sitting in my cabin, drowning in thoughts I didn’t want to confront. And now I had been walking beside Nina. Her arm looped casually through mine as if the past few missing years had never happened.“God, I missed this, Olivia.” She said, glancing around with a wide smile. “You and me, ditching responsibilities and pretending we have normal lives. It feels like we are back in our high school times.”A small laugh escaped me despite myself. “We never had normal lives. You remember the way we used to ditch classes to go watch movies.“True!” She admitted it easily. “But we were better at pretending back then. The innocent face to get away from the punishment. We never got into trouble for smokes and illegal puffs.”“Oh goodness, Olivia. You remember that?” Nina giggled as

[Olivia’s pov]The door clicked shut behind me with a soft thud. I cautiously looked around knowing the trouble would be waiting for me. The stillness in the house felt almost deceptive compared to the chaos inside my head.Since I was living with Homer now, I expected to see him. The day with Nina went pretty well. Even though she somehow convinced me to accompany her to the reunion, I was still skeptical.I barely made it two steps into the living room before dropping my bag onto the couch. My shoulders slumping at one with the jumbled thoughts. Even though Nina was right about Carter not being in our batch or even high school. My gut was still telling me not to go with the idea.Something wasn’t right.My fingers came up to rub at my temples, pressing hard, like I could physically push the thoughts away. I was deeply engrossed that I didn’t hear Homer walking towards me.“Wow.”I stiffened.Homer’s voice came up like a ghost speaking from the shadows. I turned slowly, already brac

[Olivia’s pov]I kept thinking about it the whole night. Did I regret my decision? Maybe. But deep down I knew it would help me move on, despite whatever the answer may be.Homer had agreed to help me out but he needed a week to conduct the test. After all, his job and reputation was at stake if he got caught. Which was why he needed to be discreet to be able to do it, not right after meeting me.The next morning Nina met me again in the hospital. She stayed for an hour while we talked about what to wear at the reunion. As usual Ronan kept on sneaking up with the insistence of taking me out. He bluntly started asking me on dates despite I refused like a thousand times. The week felt like it had stretched into something endless. As if the time itself had slowed just to watch me unravel the mess from my past.I was tired but ready to face the outcome of the DNA test.Every morning, I buried myself in work. Every patient, every report, every rushed consultation became an excuse not t