บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Contract Wife: Six Months To Leave : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Orlena's POV.A day earlier.My eyes parted. They blinked several times. My vision suddenly blurred as I stared at the roof. A white roof. Before everything slowly started coming into place.The first thing that came into sight was the white tiles, the white walls, and the smell of antiseptic mixed with some odor that refused to go away.The beeping of a machine echoed through the room behind me.I lay still... a sharp pain jolted through my spine. I couldn't sit... I couldn't sit straight.My brain felt empty, like everything it had been housing had been packed away.My hand crept to my stomach, feeling my baby.A life was still growing inside me. A deep sigh surged through me."W... where... am I?"The question had almost left my lips when the door suddenly yanked open."You are awake... thank goodness you are awake..."She suddenly blurted out excitedly before turning and rushing through the doorway.A minute later, a woman stepped in... the stethoscope around her neck revealed her

Brent's POV.I stepped into the boardroom like every other day, almost every board member was seated, and I exchanged greetings with everybody.I put my phone down on the glass table, and the cozy air in the room melted against my skin.Joan too wasn't left out, she was dressed in a blue velvet suit, one that matched perfectly with her skin tone and a wig that was perfectly fixed.Her face lit up with a smile that I couldn't place with the other stakeholders, not me. That wasn't my concern though we had been avoiding each other for days now, I love it that way, and she loved it that way too. Joan sat in the middle of them all, calm and sure of herself, the way she always did whenever she walked into a room like this.Then the slide lit up, Illumination from it brightened up the room. The whole room had hardly settled down when the market projections started flying in. Numbers, charts, and graphs filled the big screen at the front, and everyone leaned forward to look.We talked about

Joan's POV.I let out a big hiss, so big, it was enough to bring the house to its knees.My thunderous heel struck the floor with great intensity as I walked furiously away from him and that sick toddler.I got into the bedroom.Bang!That was the door. I slammed it hard behind me. The frame rattled like an earthquake was hitting the building.“What an insolence!” I growled, squeezing my jaw tight.I walked to the edge of the bed and sat on it. The phone bounced off my buttocks like it was fighting me.Damn!Then, a moment later, footsteps echoed in the air.Then the door opened.I lifted my gaze.He paused. I stood still at the entrance, his hands around his waist like someone waiting for the right time to spill it out. Before he could spill it out… “Don't, Brent!” My finger darted in his direction, preventing anything he wanted to let out.“What do you mean by…”“Save me that cock-and-bull crap!”My voice came out raw and hard, cutting him off quickly before he landed.“I said save

Joan's POV.Bang!That was the door.I watched as Brent slammed it shut in my face.The voices of him and his mother echoed from the bedroom as they exchanged angry accusations. I had seen Brent argue with his mother before, but today was different. They sounded ready to blow the roof off the house.All because of two people, Orlena and Eli.I walked back into the bathroom and switched on the faucet. I undressed, then lowered myself gently into the bathtub, my brain throbbing painfully.My grip tightened around both edges of the bathtub, My knuckles turned white.You fucked up, Joan.The voice struck my heart.I growled, gritting my teeth together so hard they felt like two stones grinding against each other.You shouldn't have questioned him that way. You shouldn't have questioned the love he has for Eli. You know he puts that boy above everything in his life, as if he were the one who gave birth to him.I breathed heavily, my lips trembling.And the more I bring Orlena into this, th

Joan's POV.I lay in my bed, thinking about how it would go in the office.By now, Brent would have signed the deal. I crouched on the seat with a glass of wine curled in my fingers, reading the lifestyle magazine filled with the hottest breakup news in Hollywood.Once the maid had stepped in, cleaned the room, and taken Brent's and my clothes to the laundry room, I started flipping through the pages. Engrossed in all the latest news happening in Hollywood, I barely noticed when my phone buzzed to life.Right beside me. I checked. It was him, Mr. Henry.I checked the time. It was around 2 p.m., roughly heading toward closing time, and Mr. Henry had just finished a meeting with one department.I didn't care.So what the hell was he calling me for?After all, he was the one who had helped me reignite the Alaska deal in the boardroom, and I had told him I would compensate him from my cut of the Cayman Islands deal.So why now? Why the calls now? This is simply inappropriate and untimely