Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Orana’s Point of ViewI woke up feeling better, the agonizing cramps finally dulling to an ache, but the loud buzzing in my head just wouldn’t stop.I tried to shift my hand, but a slight weight pinned it down. Looking over, I saw Vaughn. He was resting his head on the edge of the mattress, his hand cupped over mine. He looked exhausted, lines of strain etched deep around his closed eyes.I let out a soft groan, trying my best not to wake him, and I reached my free hand up to brush gently through his dark curls. He might not be telling me everything and might be keeping dangerous secrets, but I still loved him with every piece of my heart. I had chosen him. I just couldn’t understand why he couldn’t see that all I wanted was to be treated as his equal. Why couldn’t he just let me in?As if sensing my touch, Vaughn groaned softly, his eyelids fluttering open. His eyes were filled with sadness.“A stór,” he mumbled, his voice thick and raspy.I offered him a smile. “What happened?” I as

Vaughn’s Point of ViewThe moment I walked back into the hospital room, the air thickened. I knew something was wrong before I even crossed the threshold because she refused to look at me. She just stared blankly at the far wall, her jaw tight.Sienna glanced between the two of us, giving me a weak, uncomfortable smile before excusing herself from the room.“Hi, a stór,” I murmured, walking over to the side of the bed. I reached out, my fingers intending to brush against her shoulder gently, but the second I moved closer, she turned her head away from me.Strange. A dark knot of unease tightened in my gut.Slowly, she turned her head back around, looking at me. When our eyes met, the pain in her gaze hit me so hard.“What are you keeping from me, Vaughn?” she asked, her voice dangerously low, trembling even.My heart dropped into my stomach. “Orana—”“What else are you keeping from me?” she demanded, her voice rising as she sat up against the pillows. “You promised me the truth! You s

Vaughn’s Point of ViewI don’t think I had ever showered so fast or thrown on a light layer of makeup in my entire life, not even when Liorah was a newborn baby crying in her crib. It was a record.I changed into a pair of dark jeans, a simple shirt, an oversized blazer, and heels. Stepping in front of the mirror, I knew I looked presentable, but the reflection staring back at me looked like a woman who was living in fear.When I stepped out of the bedroom and made my way down the hall, I found Vaughn standing near the top of the stairs, speaking low into his phone. The second his eyes landed on me, he inhaled sharply, the words catching in his throat.“I will be there soon,” he muttered into the receiver, then immediately ended the call, his dark eyes slowly taking in my outfit.“You look beautiful,” he mumbled.I forced a tight smile, my throat tightening. I could see in his eyes that he meant it, but I was too terrified to appreciate it. Without a word, he offered me his large hand

Orana’s point of viewI couldn’t stop staring at Vaughn. His eyes were consumed by an intense, overwhelming fire, and he looked like he meant every single word that poured from his lips.“What do I do, Vaughn?” I asked him, my voice trembling, because this level of intensity, this possessiveness, was just too much to process.I had just found out that my husband was part of some dark secret society and that he wasn’t the man I thought he was.“Trust me,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly plea, lifting my face so I could face him.I scoffed, a bitter, breathless laugh escaping my throat, but his expression remained dead serious. How was I supposed to trust a man who was hiding so many massive things from me? What should I do?I stepped out of his touch, putting enough distance between us.“Give me a chance,” he pleaded, stepping closer.“My father. Let him go,” I demanded, looking into his eyes.“The second I let him go, he will go straight to the police, and we both kno

Vaughn’s Point of ViewOnce I was satisfied with the flowers, I headed over to the office. When I arrived, the day began to stretch out before me like an endless haze.I went through my meetings, signed contracts, and reviewed financials, distracted. I kept looking at my phone, hoping she would text me the messages she sends me during the day.I picked up my phone several times to call her, desperately wanting to hear her voice, but I remembered my promise. I had told her that I would wait. I had told her I’d give her space. So, I forced myself to put the phone back down and wait.Suddenly, my phone rang, vibrating against the mahogany desk. My heart leaped into my throat, and I almost rushed to pick it up, praying it was Orana, but the caller ID read Sienna, and my heart sank.I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. “Sienna,” I said, my voice clipped and weary.“What the fuck did you do this time?” she demanded, her voice sharp through the receiver.I closed my eyes, leaning back