All Chapters of CHASING HIS SUPERSTAR WIFE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amelia's POVAfter Isabel left, something changed in me and James' friendship.There was a shift.At first, I didn’t think much of it. It felt natural and maybe even expected. James had just gone through a breakup—his longest relationship—and it made sense that he would need someone to lean on. That someone had always been me. So when he started coming around more often, I didn’t question it.But then it kept happening.If he wasn’t at the company, he was with me. Sometimes he would call, and sometimes he wouldn’t. Sometimes he would just show up at my hostel like it was the most normal thing in the world. And slowly, without me even realizing it, his presence became a constant.We talked more than we used to. It wasn't just about his relationships like it was before but about everything. We talked about random things. Even the most meaningless things. We also did talk about important things. We laughed more too—easier, lighter conversations that didn’t feel like I was just there to f

Amelia's POVI didn’t sleep immediately.I really tried to sleep.I really did.I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, my room dimly lit by the faint glow from outside, my body tired but my mind wide awake. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard her voice again.“Do you think it would be a bad idea… if you and James explored something more?”I turned to my side, pulling the blanket slightly over myself as if that would somehow block it out.It didn’t.“The Sinclairs are in a position to help us.”I exhaled sharply, pressing my face into the pillow for a moment.I didn’t want to think about it.I didn’t want to entertain any of it.But my mind refused to cooperate.Because now that the idea had been planted by my mother, it wouldn’t leave.I thought about James and about how he had been lately.I thought of how often he showed up. How easily we spent time together. How natural everything felt.And then my thoughts shifted.To the way he had looked at me earlier, to the way he had pa

Amelia's POVThe first thing I noticed was the sound.It was a low, steady beeping that seemed to echo faintly in the background, rhythmic and persistent. It was the kind of sound that didn’t belong in a normal environment, the kind that immediately made you aware that something wasn’t right.My head felt heavy.No, it was more than heavy.It felt like something was pressing down on it from the inside, a dull, throbbing ache that pulsed every time I tried to think too hard. I frowned slightly, my eyes still closed as I tried to make sense of what I was feeling.Where was I?The air smelled different.It smelled clean. Almost too clean.It smelled sterile.My brows furrowed as I forced my eyes open slowly, blinking against the brightness that immediately hit me. The light above was too harsh, too white, making my vision blur slightly before it adjusted.And then I saw it.The ceiling.It was plain, white, and unfamiliar.I was at a hospital.The realization settled in slowly, like my m

Amelia's POVA week.It had taken me a full week to finally feel like myself again.Not completely—maybe not entirely the same version of myself I used to be—but it was enough to function without constantly being pulled back into thoughts I didn’t want to revisit. Enough to wake up in the morning without feeling like something heavy was sitting on my chest. Enough to go through my day without questioning every decision I had made.It wasn’t perfect.But it was progress. And that was fine for me.And right now, that was enough.Standing just outside the set on the first official day of filming, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a while.Excitement.It was real, unfiltered excitement.It was the kind that made my chest feel lighter, that made my steps a little quicker, that made everything around me feel… alive.This was it.After all the preparation, the rehearsals, the emotional exhaustion, the distractions—everything had led to this moment.Filming had finally begun.I stepped onto t

Henry's POV"Henry," she had called out again.The way she said my name wasn’t hesitant.It wasn’t unsure, and it definitely was deliberate. And Intentional.It was like she already knew exactly who I was before I even turned back fully to face her.I studied her quietly for a second, taking in her expression. There was surprise there, yes—but it was controlled, measured, like she was already adjusting, already recalibrating whatever thoughts were running through her head.Isabel Sinclair.Of course it had to be her.Of all the people I could have run into, it had to be her.I straightened slightly, my posture settling into something more composed and more neutral.“Yes,” I said calmly. “I’m Henry Carter.”There was no point denying it. Especially when she had already recognized me.A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.“I thought so,” she said. “I have seen your pictures. It would have been embarrassing if I got that wrong.”Her tone was