Semua Bab My Accidental Billionaire Husband : Bab 391 - Bab 398

Delia’s POVThe shopping bags were heavy in my hands by the time I reached the front door. I had stayed out longer than I meant to, walking the same three stores twice just to avoid coming back too early. The house still felt too quiet most evenings, like it was waiting for something neither of us had figured out how to give it yet.I pushed the door open with my shoulder and stopped when I saw roses.They were everywhere. On the entry table. Along the sideboard. A few stems left loose on the console, like someone had been in the middle of arranging them and decided it was already enough. The whole place smelled like them—deep, real, not the cheap kind that died by morning.Noah stood in the hallway in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He held a single long-stemmed rose in one hand.He didn’t say anything at first. He just stepped forward, took the bags from me one by one, and set them down. Then he helped me out of my coat, hanging it carefully, and held the rose out.“For you

Noah’s POVI stared at my father standing in the middle of my living room like he still owned the air in it.“Get out,” I said. My voice came out low and flat. “Leave. Now.”Father wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at me like I was a mild inconvenience.“You don’t get to order me—”“I do in this house.” I stepped closer. “You told me to marry her. I did. But I did not marry her so I could divorce her the second you decided she was no longer useful. She is my wife. She stays. You leave.”For a second something ugly flickered across his face. Then he simply turned, walked to the door, and left. The door shut hard behind him.Silence dropped over the room.Delia stood a few feet away, one hand still pressed to her cheek where he had hit her. The skin was already pink and starting to darken. Her eyes were wide and wet, but she wasn’t crying. She was just looking at me like she wasn’t sure what version of me she was seeing.I crossed the spac

Julian’s POVI was halfway through a quarterly review when the phone rang.The conference was in my study; video links opened across three screens, two board members speaking over each other about projected margins in the Asian markets. Zane sat across from me with a folder open, making quiet notes. The rain still hammered the windows behind the desk. I had checked my messages an hour earlier. Katia had not texted that she had arrived at the office. I told myself the weather was slowing everyone down.The private line lit up.I almost let it go to voicemail. Then I saw the hospital prefix and answered.“Can I please speak to Mr. Windsor?”“This is Julian Windsor.”There was a short pause, the kind people take when they are about to deliver something that cannot be softened.“Mr. Windsor, your wife was involved in a serious car accident. She is in critical condition. She was brought to—”The rest of the address washed over me in fragments. I heard the name of the hospital. I heard “cri

Noah’s POVThe hospital corridor smelled like antiseptic and rain-damp coats.Delia walked beside me, her hand loosely in mine. She hadn’t said much on the drive over. I hadn’t either. The message from Julian had been short and sharp: Katia was in an accident. Windsor Hospital. Come if you can. Nothing about how bad it was. Nothing about why the words "accident" felt like a lie even through a text.When we turned the corner into the private waiting area, the room was already full.Julian stood near the window with Marcus. Grandma Celeste sat in one of the chairs, composed in the way only she could manage when the ground was shifting. A few others I didn’t know well enough to name hovered near the edges. The air felt heavy, the kind of quiet that only exists when everyone is waiting for the same door to open.I stopped just inside and turned to Delia.“I’m sorry,” I said, keeping my voice low. “I know you and the Windsors have a history. I should have asked you first before bringing yo