All Chapters of Mistakenly Married To My Billionaire Roommate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Hey Ian. I know you probably still hate me, and you want nothing to do with me. And that’s fine. I’ve decided to accept that… especially after you ignored my request to meet up and talk.I guess you don’t want any part of my life. Or anything I had to say… important or not.This will be the last time I try to fix what we broke.I moved to London a few days ago for my medical residency. Maybe it’ll finally give me the peace and fresh start I need.I just thought you should know. You’re still important to me.Goodbye.”I stare at the message reading it more than twice and trying to understand why she finds it so hard to move on after our break-up. A humourless breath leaves me. Still important to her? That’s rich.It was a college relationship. We were young and stupid. In love, or whatever version of it we thought we understood back then. And she still cheated.So no, this isn’t love. It’s regret. Guilt, maybe. The kind that shows up late and pretends it’s something deeper

Diane’s POVThe insistent ticking of the bedside clock pulls me from a restless, shallow sleep. You don't exactly get quality rest when you've been thrown to the media wolves without warning. If it weren't for Jason's low, steady voice last night, promising he'd handle it, my overactive brain would have kept me wide awake until dawn.I push myself out of bed and pad over to the window, my bare feet silent on the cool floor. I almost scream. A horde of people swarms the entrance of the penthouse—a sea of cameras, microphones, and shouting faces, all pressing against the security gates. Panic shoots through me. Without thinking, I just run, bursting out of my room and across the hall into the one opposite.I stop dead once I enter the room. Jason is sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but a pair of black briefs. My eyes take in the sight of his well carved torso, his strong looking shoulders and his broad chest. Then, I feel my cheeks flush.“So much for keeping things strictly pr

Diane’s POVAs soon as I get to the living room, Jason is there, seated on the sofa, shirtless and with a mug of coffee in one hand. His gaze is fixed on the laptop perched on his knees. It’s surprising to see him so… domestic. He’s been distant and strange ever since that man, Raphael, left last night. He brushed it off as "work stuff," but the tense set of his shoulders told me it was something far more serious."Good morning," I greet, walking towards the kitchen to get my own coffee.His eyes lift from the screen, scanning me from head to toe before he responds. "Morning. Sleep well?""I guess so," I shrug, the memory of restless dreams still fresh."Good," he says, his attention already back on his screen. "You're not going to work today.""What?" I stop dead in my tracks."You heard me.""What do you mean I'm not going to work? I can't just stay home because I own the place now," I say, my hands rising in frustration."It's not safe out there, Diane. You saw what happened two da

Diane’s POVMy eyes flutter open to the sensation of a light touch on my cheek. It’s gentle, almost hesitant. I see Jason seated on the edge of my bed, his profile illuminated by the soft morning light. As my eyes focus, he gets up too quickly, turning his back to me before I can read his expression.My hand shoots out, instinctively grabbing his. He stops and turns back to face me."How long are you going to remain mad at me?" I ask.We've had disagreements before but they fizzled out as quickly as they started. I’d never seen him like that until three days ago. The cold, silent fury that has settled over him since is a different beast entirely. He’s barely said ten words to me in total, his interactions reduced to checking on me, leaving coffee by my bed, and ensuring I’m physically present within the penthouse walls."As long as I want to be," he says, his voice low and even, "and you don't get to ask me that." His eyes meet mine."Yet here you are," I whisper.He doesn't answer. I

My head pounds relentlessly as my eyes flutter open. The world comes into focus slowly, first the stark white ceiling, then the sterile smell of antiseptic. This isn't my room. An IV drip is taped to the back of my hand, the clear fluid snaking up to a bag. I groan when I realise this is a hospital.Then I see him. Jason rises from a chair by the window then, he walks towards me. His usual sharp edges are softened by the dim hospital lighting."Hey," his voice is a low murmur, softer than I've ever heard it. He takes my hand, his large, warm ones enveloping mine with a gentleness that suggests I'm more fragile than an egg.I try to push myself up but he applies a light pressure to my shoulder. "Easy. Just relax." I sink back against the pillows, obeying without a fight.It's no wonder I ended up here. I don't do well with blood. Not since I was nine years old and found my mother half-soaked in her own blood after she'd slit her wrists. She couldn't handle my father being imprisoned. H