Lahat ng Kabanata ng Accidentally Married to a Billionaire : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Sienna's POV I sat on one of the cold plastic chairs lined against the wall, my back stiff, and my hands folded so tightly in my lap that my fingers ached. The fluorescent lights above hummed softly.Across, a nurse wheeled a trolley past without sparing me a glance. Megan’s door is just a few steps away. Eric’s mother is with her, of course. The moment Megan was ushered into the room, she rushed in without thinking twice. I didn't try to follow because I already knew I wasn't welcomed there.I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. When Megan doubled over earlier, clutching her stomach and crying out in pain, my first thought had been disbelief. I thought she was acting, trying to get attention.Even as Eric drove us to the hospital, part of me had still clung to that thought. That this was another move to pull Eric closer. But the moment the doctors took over, I realized it was real, Megan was really in pain.I opened my eyes and stared at the tiled floor. Call it

Eric's POV I looked at the twelve people sitting around the long mahogany table. Investors, shareholders, and directors.My father sat at the head of the table, posture rigid, and expression unreadable. He hasn’t looked at me once since the meeting began.I straightened my cufflinks and leaned into my seat.“Let’s be direct,” Mr. Hargreaves said, folding his hands. He's one of the oldest board members. “The issue before us today is leadership stability.”Leadership stability.That's corporate language for; “you embarrassed us.”I leaned forward slightly. “With all due respect, my personal life does not affect my ability to run this company.”Murmurs broke out around the table.Mrs. Caldwell, one of the major shareholders, tilted her head. “You married a stranger in Miami, Eric. Without an announcement to your own family. I believe there was no prenup as well.”I resisted the urge to clench my jaw.“She’s not a stranger,” I said evenly. “She’s my wife.”“That’s precisely the problem,”

Sienna's POVThe soft morning light slipped through the sheer curtains, painting the bedroom in pale gold. The air smelled faintly of Eric’s cologne—that clean, woodsy scent that has somehow become my favorite scent. A small smile curved my lips as I stretched, reaching instinctively for him but my fingers met empty space.I frowned.Eric usually woke me up with lazy kisses, or at least a sleepy “good morning, wife.” Even when he had early meetings, he always told me before leaving.I sat up, brushing hair out of my face.“Eric?” I called softly.No answer.Strange.I slid out of bed and padded into the bathroom. The lights were off.Where did he go?Last night flashed in my mind.He came home later than usual. His shoulders were tense, and eyes distant, like something heavy was sitting in his chest.I had tried to joke with him at first.“Long day saving the corporate world again, Mr. CEO?” But he barely smiled.Then I tried softly, sitting beside him on the couch.“Eric, talk to me

Eric's POV “That’s impossible,” I said hoarsely. “His last name is Matthews.”Frederick leaned back in his chair, fingers laced together.“Cory is my illegitimate son,” he said quietly. “Years ago, I had an affair with a woman named Lydia Matthews.”I remember that name.The news articles after the incident had mentioned a grieving single mother, Lydia Matthews.“She was my secretary at the time,” he continued. “Young and naive enough to believe when I promised I would leave my wife for her.”My stomach churned.This bastard deceived her.“When she got pregnant, I panicked. I didn't want her to ruin my marriage or career, so I paid her to disappear from my life and made sure the child carried her last name.”His jaw tightened.“But I never stopped watching from a distance. I paid for Cory’s schooling and everything he needed. But he never knew I was his father. To him, I was just an anonymous benefactor.”I moved closer to his desk and pressed my palm against the edge.“I was the fir

Eric's POV He stood with his hands in his pockets and a small smile on his face.I haven’t seen him in months. Last I heard, he was in New York handling one of the overseas branches.“When did you get back to London?” I asked.“Three days ago.”“Welcome back,” I said, unsure of what else to say.There was history between us, he's not exactly my favorite cousin.“Thanks,” he replied smoothly. “London feels quieter compared to New York.”I nodded.An awkward silence stretched between us.I checked the rolex on my wrist. “I was just heading out.”He didn't say anything else.I turned and took a step to leave when he spoke again.“You don’t have to,” he said calmly.I turned back to face him with a frown. “I don’t have to do what?”“Confess to the public.”My eyes widened.“What are you talking about?” I asked carefully.His eyes held mine. “I know about what happened in Crown Stadium eight years ago,” he said quietly. “And the video.”My throat went dry.“How do you know about that?” I