All Chapters of Accidentally Married to a Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sienna's POVThe automatic doors slid open and the smell of antiseptic hit me instantly.I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.“Excuse me.” I said to the nearest nurse at the front desk. “My husband, Eric Macmillan was brought in here after a car accident.”The nurse looked up quickly. “One moment, ma’am.”I bounced slightly on my feet, hugging myself tightly, trying to calm my nerves.Thirty minutes after Eric texted that he was on his way to meet me at the TV station, I got a call from the hospital.The word ‘accident’ was the last thing I heard clearly. Everything the woman on the phone said after that, blurred into noise.“W-where?” I finally managed to croak. “Which hospital?”She repeated the name slowly and gave me the address. I don’t even remember hanging up as I grabbed my bag and rushed to this place.The nurse typed something, then looked back at me.“Room 214. Second floor.”I didn’t even thank her.I ran up the stairs and down the hallway. My shoes squeaked against

Sienna's POV I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, staring at my reflection. My brown hair fell in soft waves down my back, small strands framed my face. The stylists had worked magic earlier, not a single hair was out of place.My makeup was just as flawless. My cheekbones were softly highlighted, lashes outlined with mascara, and my lips were painted in a nude gloss that made them look fuller. My eyes were the real show, smoky but elegant with just enough shimmer to catch the light every time I blinked.My eyes moved to the dress hanging near the window. A deep emerald green gown. The satin base was smooth, with sheer layers of chiffon over it, giving the dress an almost ethereal look.The bodice was perfectly structured. Tiny crystals sparkling like diamonds were delicately sewn along the neckline, glowing under the lights. The neckline was curved into a sweetheart shape, with thin straps that were almost unnoticeable, and a slit hidden amongst the layers of c

Eric's POV I stared at the stage as my father turned, extending a hand towards Stacey.“Please join me,” he said, looking proud.The spotlight shifted to Stacey as she made her way to the stage with grace. Loud applause and cheers followed her.She ascended the steps to the stage, her hand brushing briefly against my father’s arm as he guided her forward. The screen behind them still displayed her image.I could feel eyes flicking toward me—curious and assessing.My jaw tightened.Sienna didn’t look at me. Her gaze was fixed on the stage, her expression unreadable. I wondered what was going through her mind.Stacey accepted the microphone, waiting for the applause to die down. She took a breath, and then smiled.“Good evening,” she began smoothly, her voice filling up the entire room. “Thank you. Truly.”“It’s an honor to stand here tonight, especially on such a significant milestone for Macmillan Holdings,” she continued. “Seventy-five years of excellence is no small feat.”She ges

Sienna's POVI opened my eyes to the pale morning light spilling through the sheer curtains. I barely slept last night, just kept drifting in and out of sleep.For a few seconds, I just laid there as memories from six years ago flooded my mind.*****After that rainy night outside the coffee shop, Julian came back the very next evening.“Flat white, please.” He ordered his usual.I looked up from the counter I was wiping to see him smiling. “How was the Political Theory test?” He asked.I stared at him like he just grew a second head.“You remembered?” I asked, surprised.He shrugged like it was nothing. “You made it sound really serious.” He simply said.He started sitting in the coffee shop longer, waiting for my shift to end so that he could walk me to my apartment.One night, when my shift ended, he was leaning against the brick wall outside, hands tucked into his coat pockets.“You don’t have to keep walking me home,” I told him.“And yet,” he replied smoothly, “here I am.”I tri

Sienna's POV *****I exhaled slowly and rolled onto my back, pressing the heel of my palm to my forehead like I could potentially stop the ache forming there.I took a deep breath and sat up, shaking my head to stop memories of Julian from invading my mind. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cold marble floor beneath my feet. I was just about to stand when the bedroom door opened.Eric walked in carrying a tray. He was wearing grey lounge pants and a simple white T-shirt, his hair was slightly damp like he just showered. He balanced the tray carefully in both hands, a proud smile on his face.“Good morning, beautiful,” he said warmly.“Morning,” I replied softly.He walked to the bed and placed the tray on the nightstand beside me carefully.“I come bearing peace offerings,” he declared.I looked down at the tray.There were scrambled eggs, toast cut diagonally, sliced strawberries arranged neatly in a small bowl, and coffee.“You…made this?” I asked, unable to hid