บททั้งหมดของ Untouched for Three Years: Leaving My Billionaire Husband and Return the Pool: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

At eight o’clock that evening, the wrought-iron gates of Kensington Manor closed slowly in the dark.When Romy pushed open the front door, the lights in the entrance foyer were on. The pale pink and white roses arranged along the lounge and drawing room had begun to wilt in their vases, with some petals already browning at the edges.There was no smell of food in the air.Only silence, thick and unmoving.She found Devon sitting at the dining table.He had changed out of his business suit and now he wore only a thin white shirt, the collar open, and long pants. He leaned back in the chair, the weariness in his body was too obvious to hide. The mango fondant birthday cake still sat untouched in the center of the table, looking absurd surrounded by the gaudy silver candlesticks.At the sound of her arrival, Devon lifted his head stiffly. His eyes were heavy with fatigue and disappointment.“You’re back.” His voice was rough. “Lidl is only fifteen minutes from Charing Cross Station, Romy

Morning light radiated through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom and scattered across the thick carpet.When Romy woke, the sheets beside her were smooth and cool. Devon’s side of the bed had clearly not been slept in. He must have retreated to the guest bedroom instead, she thought.Romy sat up and listened for signs of movement down the hallway. There were no sounds coming from the rest of the house. The place felt still and silent. He must have left the house before she woke up.Her cell phone vibrated on the bedside table. Romy reached for it.The text message was from an unknown number, but the soft, clinging familiarity in the wording left no doubt as to who had sent it.“Romy, I’m truly sorry to bother you so early. Devon called me really late last night. Apparently, he had stayed out late and drank too much. He was in a terrible state. I was worried, so I brought him back to my apartment and let him sleep it off. He is still sleeping. His shirt is ruined, and he has a r

Outside the St Regis Apartments, media vans and black Land Rovers belonging to Devon’s security team were already in place, awaiting his departure.After changing into the tailored suit Romy had brought, Devon headed downstairs with a sharp, unquestionable authority about him. He took Romy’s hand and led her straight to the Maybach.The car door closed heavily after them. From inside the luxury Mercedes, the tinted windows shut out Caroline’s pale, wounded face and reddened eyes as she stood at the curb and watched them go.Inside the car, the air-conditioning moved to cool the heated atmosphere.Devon tugged at his tie with visible impatience. His gaze concentrated on the street sliding past the windows, yet some of his attention was still locked on the quiet woman seated beside him.“About last night,” he began.He spoke slowly, his voice still rough from the drinking binge. He was clearly trying to regain his usual quiet dignity and control.“I didn’t go to Caroline’s place for som

The noise from the press had reached its peak after Devon announced the sponsorship proposal.For a few seconds, the entrance to the convention center was almost impossible to move through. Reporters surged forward with microphones raised, camera flashes bursting one after another, turning the polished marble floor into a restless field of white light.Devon’s security moved at once, forming a human wall between the pair of them and the crowd, but even that could not entirely block the questions being thrown from every direction.“Mr Kensington, will Kensington Enterprises be taking over the entire Commonwealth swimming team sponsorship?”“Miss Palmer, did you know about this arrangement before today?”“Is Captain Evans involved in these negotiations?”Devon did not answer.He turned toward her and placed his hand around Romy’s waist with practiced ease, guiding her away from the crush of journalists and over toward the VIP reception area. His palm rested firmly against her waist, the

“To tell you the truth, when Romy suddenly vanished three years ago and I heard she had got married, I was heartbroken. At that point, she was one step from the highest stage.”The coach patted Liam’s back with a rough, affectionate hand.“There were times I thought, if she hadn’t married so young; if the man she ended up spending her life with had been Liam here, what a pair they would have made. Talent, discipline, temperament, even the way they move in the water — they matched each other. A real shame. Life never asks us old men what we want.”Miller spoke plainly, honestly, without the slightest idea of the knife he had just plunged in.He was unaware that the billionaire sponsor standing before him was the husband who had kept Romy buried in a manor for the past three years. He was only speaking as a coach, grieving the path his best student had lost and the partnership he had once imagined for two athletes he loved.Devon stood rigid. The color drained from his face, leaving him