Semua Bab The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife : Bab 21 - Bab 30

MINA’S POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror of the hospital bathroom.A white bandage covered the left side of my face. The doctor had just discharged me. He told me the cut was too deep and said the scar would never fade.I gripped the edges of the porcelain sink until my knuckles turned white.I had lost everything. The beautiful Lakeview Penthouse, the $250,000 diamond ring was taken by the police. The Foundation Director title was gone. And worst of all, Zyran had dropped the charges against me, but only if I left the country forever.He chose her. He picked that boring, pathetic woman over me.I reached into my purse and pulled out a tiny, glass vial. I had paid a night nurse a lot for this little bottle. It contained a heavy, untraceable sedative mixed with a powerful stimulant. It made the mind go blank, but it made the body burn with a desperate heat.A wicked smile formed on my lips. The bandage pulled painfully against my skin, but I didn’t care.You think you can ju

ROOSEVELT’S POVI woke up feeling fingers tracing my shoulder.I slowly opened my eyes. Zyran lay on his side next to me, propped up on one elbow. His hair was messy from sleep, and a relaxed smile played on his lips. He looked completely at ease."Good morning, beautiful," Zyran whispered, his voice deep and raspy from sleep. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead."Good morning," I smiled, stretching my legs under the blankets. I rolled closer to him and rested my head against his bare chest. "What time is it?""It doesn't matter," Zyran murmured, wrapping his arms around me. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "I cleared my entire schedule for the rest of the week. I am not leaving this house and definitely not leaving you."My heart fluttered happily. The tension that had suffocated our marriage over the past few weeks was completely gone.We stayed in bed for another hour, just talking. Zyran told me about a new art gallery he wanted to take me to. I men

I stood in the middle of the master bedroom, staring down at my suitcase. My hands shook as I folded my sweaters and placed them inside. I reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out a tiny white box. I opened it and looked at the little knitted baby socks. A hot tear fell from my eye and landed on the white yarn. I have to leave, I told myself. I need to protect my baby from this toxic house. But as I reached for the zipper of the suitcase, I hesitated. I glanced around the beautiful bedroom. I looked at the bed where Zyran had held me just a few hours earlier. I remembered how he cried on the bridge. I recalled the terror in his eyes when he thought he had lost me. He didn't cheat on me intentionally, he was drugged. He was a victim of Mina’s game, just like I was. If I zipped this bag and walked out the door, Mina would win. She would get my husband. She would get my house. She would take over the life I had spent four years building, and she would raise her child in my

ROOSEVELT’S POVThe next five days were a lesson in acting.I didn’t cry, I didn’t yell.Instead, I became a ghost.I woke up early, dressed in simple, elegant clothes, and went to my office at Elite Interiors to quietly pack up my files. When I returned home, I walked through the house with my head held high. If Mina was in the living room, rubbing her stomach and complaining about a headache, I simply walked past her as if she were invisible.My silence drove them both crazy.Mina tried hard to provoke me. She left glossy baby magazines spread across the kitchen island. She told the maids to move expensive vases out of the hallways, claiming she was "nesting" and needed a safe space for the heir.I didn’t react. I let her play her pathetic games.But my silence affected Zyran the most.He hated it. He disliked the cold, empty expression in my eyes when he entered a room. He tried to buy my forgiveness with expensive gifts. Every evening, I would find a new box on my vanity—diamond e

ROOSEVELT’S POV"Mama, look! I painted a butterfly!"I turned away from the kitchen stove and looked down.Standing in front of me was my beautiful, energetic four-and-a-half-year-old girl. She held up a piece of paper covered in messy watercolor paints. She had a smudge of pink paint on her nose, and her smile was so wide her cheeks dimpled."It is beautiful, Lorna," I said with a smile, wiping my hands on a towel. I knelt down and kissed her paint-smudged nose. "It is the most beautiful butterfly I have ever seen."Lorna giggled and wrapped her small arms around my neck.I closed my eyes and hugged her tightly, breathing in the sweet smell of baby shampoo and strawberries. My heart swelled with a love so deep it almost hurt.Five years.It had been exactly five years since I walked onto that private jet and left my marriage behind. I didn't stay for three years like the original contract said. I stayed for five. I built a completely new life in the beautiful city of Milan, Italy.I