All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband is Addicted to Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[Carter’s pov]That hit me harder than it should have.“You have no right to involve yourself in this.” I said, each word sharp and stressed. “This is between me and Olivia.”“You still think so?” He said immediately. “You lost that right, The moment you failed her.”My eyes narrowed. “You don’t get to decide that.” I said.“I don’t have to, believe me.” He replied with a subtle laugh as if he knew what the fuck he was talking about. “She already has.”Something in my chest twisted.“You’re overstepping.” I said.“And you’re underperforming, sissy!” He shot back without hesitation. This guy was clearly provoking me to the core. My restraint thinned to a thread. I wanted to punch him in the face with the way his upper body leaned in and he smirked.“You’re getting into something that doesn’t concern you.”Ronan tilted his head slightly, his gaze unwavering. “Oh, it does concern me.” He said calmly this time.“How?” The question came out sharper than I intended. His answer was worse t

[Olivia’s pov]I didn’t realize how heavy my body felt until I stepped out of the ward. It had been a long day and I was already exhausted.The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, wrapping around me like something suffocating. My head throbbed faintly, a dull ache that had settled somewhere behind my eyes after everything that had happened yesterday. Did I cry the whole night? Yes. The whispers, the laughter, the humiliation it still echoed in fragments, like broken glass rattling in my mind.I exhaled slowly, pressing my lips together as I adjusted the file in my hand and stepped into the arcade corridor.And then—I saw him.Carter was standing there. Right outside the arcade, as if he had been waiting. What the fuck was he doing here now? I groaned inwardly with a volcanic rage bubbling inside me. My steps faltered for a fraction of a second before I forced myself to keep walking.Of course he was here.Why wouldn’t he be?Always late.Always after the damage wa

[Olivia’s pov]I didn’t look back instantly but the words made me halt in place. Even when his words followed me, even when they made sense; I somehow didn’t want to believe him.Even when a part of me, weak, traitorous, and my heart was still so painfully in love whispered that he was telling the truth.Camilla switched the flowers?My heart didn’t falter.Not this time because it didn’t matter anymore even if he was telling the truth.The corridor stretched ahead of me, the white lights overhead blurring slightly as my vision burned. My chest felt tight, like something was pressing down on it, making it harder to breathe properly.It would’ve been so easy to turn around. So easy to ask more questions and to demand answers. But was I ready to listen to the answers knowing I would not like them?Because I knew myself, if I turned back and if I looked at him again I would break. And I had done enough breaking for him already. Now I had to live for myself and for that I had to be strong

[Olivia’s pov]He didn’t even blink. “I know a lot of things about you, Olivia.” He said casually. “More than you think.”My expression hardened slightly. “That’s not an answer.”“It is!” He countered lightly with a wink again.“No, it’s not!” I shot back. “It’s evasive.”A smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re observant and I freaking hate it.”“And you’re avoiding the question, Ronan.”“Maybe.” I exhaled sharply, irritation flickering through me. “Ronan—”“Relax!” He cut in gently, his tone softening just a fraction. “It’s not as dramatic as you’re making it sound.”“Then explain it properly.”He studied me for a moment. Then shrugged slightly. “Let’s just say—” He began, leaning back in the chair. “When I take interest in someone, I don’t stay uninformed.”My brows furrowed. “That sounds borderline concerning and it is called stalking in classic definition.” I reminded him while putting my hands on my waist.“It’s called being attentive.”“It’s called being intrusive.”“That too!” He

[Carter’s pov]I spent the whole night outside.Aimlessly driving.I had no idea how to make up my mind to accept what I just saw.My grip on the steering wheel was too tight. My knuckles turned white with fright even though the blood had dried up. I wish I could have punched Ronan even harder. My jaw locked so hard it ached but I didn’t loosen up. I couldn’t fathom what exactly I was feeling. It was not that I was a saint either with the fact that I had lied to my wife. But this…when the roles reversed I was unable to digest it all.Because all I could see, all I could think about was her.Olivia.The way she walked away without even taking a look at me twice. The way her fingers curled around Ronan’s hand like they had known each other for years.Maybe they had and I never knew about it.The way she didn’t look back at me was probably a hint. My chest tightened violently at the memory. Was Ronan the reason why Olivia didn’t want me anymore? Was he why she wanted to divorce me?Wh