All Chapters of Reborn: The Billionaire Second Chance Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

MIA’S POVI got home, with the proposal still at the back of my mind I walked absentmindedly into the house. Inside, everything looked the same. Too normal. Too calm. Which, in this family, usually meant the opposite.“Mia, you’re back.”My father’s voice carried from the living room. I turned, forcing a small smile as I walked in.Robert Carter stood near the center of the room, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his posture relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen in days. That alone was enough to make me pause.“Dad,” I greeted.“Good,” he said, nodding once as if ticking something off a mental list. “You’re here.” My brows pulled together slightly. “Was I expected?” A faint smile touched his lips. “Tomorrow night, yes.” He replied looking at my direction but not at me, his eyes held a mix of happiness and relieve. Before I could ask anything else, my mother’s voice cut in. “We have something to celebrate,” Margaret Carter said as she stepped forward, her expression composed, polished, perfe

MIA’S POVI felt my emotions bubble inside of me, the silence that sat between Ethan and I stirred it more, the cold night breeze, the silence in the streets as if they mourned my heartbreak.I fought the urge to break down, with everything in me.Ethan drove down to my apartment I walked into the building in a complete daze, being led by his hand holding unto my wrist.The door shut behind us with a soft click that echoed louder than anything I had just walked away from.I stood there. In the middle of the living room I didn’t move. I wasn't thinking. Just… standing. My hands felt strange. Too light. Too empty.Like I had left something behind without realizing it. Or maybe something had been taken. I didn’t know.I didn't want to “Sit.” His voice cut through the silence. Calm. Controlled. Unaffected. I didn’t move.Didn’t look at him. Didn’t react. Because if I did, if I let even a single thought settle I might not be able to stop it.“Mia.” Closer now. I could feel him. That prese

MIA’S POVNo one moved. No one spoke. It was as if the entire room had forgotten how.Grandma Carter stood at the entrance like she had always belonged there like she had never been wheeled away, never been reduced to whispers and pity and careful conversations spoken behind closed doors.Like she had never been weak. And suddenly everything I thought I knew shifted.“Mother…” Robert’s voice came out uneven, strained in a way I had never heard before. “You shouldn’t be here.” Grandma didn’t even look at him. Not immediately. That alone said everything.Instead, she stepped forward, slow and deliberate, her heels echoing softly against the marble floor. Each step carried weight, authority that didn’t need to be announced.Claimed.Owned.Only when she reached the center of the room did she finally turn her gaze toward him. Sharp. Unimpressed.“I go where I please,” she said calmly.Simple.Final.Robert straightened slightly, recovering, trying to pull himself back into control. “You’r