All Chapters of Mistakenly Married To My Billionaire Roommate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Diane's POVMy brother looks like a man who has been losing for a long time and has only just admitted it to himself.He steps out of the elevator in a jacket that has seen significantly better days, the leather cracked at the elbows, his hands shoved into pockets that might contain nothing at all. His eyes move around the penthouse with that specific expression people get when they are trying not to look impressed and failing completely.He is broader than I remember. A little greyer at the temples. Thirty-four years old and wearing every single one of them.His eyes find me across the marble expanse of my living room."Dee," he says. It's the name I absolutely hate, the one he uses when he wants something from me. I don't remember the last time I saw him look this sober."Darole," I say back, my heart racing wondering what sort of conversation I'm about to have with my brother who I have not had a proper conversation with in years.Jason cups my face and plants a kiss on my lips."I

Jason’s POVThe first thing I notice when I wake up is the silence. It's the specific emptiness of a bed meant for two. I open my eyes and realize Diane’s side is cold. She’s been up for a while. Old habit makes me reach across anyway. I sit up, run a hand through my hair, and pull on my sweatpants. The city outside is still grey and half-asleep. I move through the silent penthouse until I find her standing in the doorway of the east guest suite, wearing one of my shirts that skims her thighs, hair loose down her back. The bed inside is untouched. “He’s gone,” she says quietly, sensing me behind her. “Yes.” “I knew he would be.” Her voice carries a quiet ache. “I hoped I was wrong, but I think I knew the moment he walked in.” I step beside her and slip an arm around her waist. “The debt will be cleared. Raphael’s on it. My lawyers are already handling your mother’s house. You’ll have the deed back soon.” She turns to me, eyes soft with something between gratitude and exha

Diane’s POVTwo days since Darole materialized in our living room like a ghost, and the penthouse has become a mausoleum.Jason is here. His body, anyway. He still kisses my forehead when he returns, still asks about my day in that careful, measured tone. Still wraps himself around me at night like I'm the only thing keeping him from drifting into the dark. But I feel the distance. I can’t exactly tell what it is but I know it’s not all in my head.He's cracking. I see it in the deep, permanent crease between his brows. Last night I woke at 3 AM to find him awake, staring at the ceiling like it held answers he was terrified to find. His jaw was clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding. When I whispered his name, he pulled me against his chest and buried his face in my hair."Go back to sleep, little trouble."I hate that he thinks I'm blind. I hate that he thinks "little trouble" still works when everything feels like the end of the world.Now, I’m sitting at the table having

Diane’s POVMy eyes flutter open to the most beautiful sight in the world.Jason is leaning over me, propped up on one elbow, wearing that charming, slightly crooked smile that has always had the power to make my heart skip like it’s the very first time. Soft morning light spills through the curtains, painting golden strokes across his sharp jawline and turning his dark hair into something almost ethereal. He looks like a dream I’m afraid I’ll wake up from.“Hey beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice still deliciously rough with sleep. His fingers gently brush a stray lock of hair away from my face. The touch is so tender it sends warmth blooming through my chest.A sleepy smile curves my lips. “Hey.”“How are you feeling this morning?” he asks, his hazel eyes searching mine with that quiet intensity that always makes me feel truly seen.“Pretty good,” I whisper, stretching lazily beneath the silk sheets. “You watched me sleep without waking me up?”“You looked so peaceful,” he says softly

Jason’s POVI’m pacing the living room back and forth like a caged lion. My footsteps echo sharply against the marble floors.My hand keeps dragging through my hair, tugging at the strands until my scalp stings. Richard Walker. My stepfather. Sitting across from me in my own boardroom like he already owned the table as Co-CEO. The word burns like acid in my throat.He just couldn’t bear to see me happy and be good on my own, could he? He just had to come into my life and make it a living hell once again just so he can smile at my pain. Well, I’m a man now, I’m not going to allow that happen.The elevator dings.I turn just as Diane steps into the penthouse. She looks softer today, like the visit to her mother’s house yesterday gave her a little peace. The moment she sees me pacing like this, her expression shifts from relief to concern in a heartbeat.“Jason?” She drops her bag and walks toward me quickly. “What’s going on? You look like you’re about to wear a hole in the floor.”I st