All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sixty-Day Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alejandro's POVBusiness luncheons usually test my patience. Today's invitation tests something else entirely.The message from Richard Sullivan arrived three days ago.*Mr. and Mrs. Vega. We'd be honored by your presence.*I glance toward Camila as she fastens her seatbelt."You know," she says, "people keep inviting me to billionaire events.""You sound disappointed.""I became a nurse to avoid suits.""You married one."She turns to me. "I rented one."I laugh before I can stop myself."That's a terrible description.""You know it's accurate.""I wish I didn't."She smiles and looks out the window.The drive to the Malibu Grand Hotel is easy, filled with interrupted conversations and comfortable silences that no longer feel awkward."So…..." she says after a while. "Do I need to memorize anyone's name?""No.""What if I forget somebody important?""I'll forget them with you."She blinks. "That was unexpectedly supportive.""I have my moments.""I should write today's date down.""I

Alejandro's POVHospitals are strange places.People arrive terrified, sometimes they leave smiling.Today, Maria is going home.When Camila and I reach St. Matthew's Medical Center, the entire nurses' station seems unusually busy.Karen notices us first."Oh." She grins. "They're here."Before I can ask what she means, Brian wheels a cart piled with balloons around the corner."Nobody panic," he announces. "This definitely isn't a surprise.""It's literally covered in balloons," Lena says."Fine." Brian sighs. "It's a terrible surprise."Camila laughs beside me."I knew you were all planning something."Karen looks offended."We prefer the word celebrating."Maria steps out of her room just then, wearing regular clothes instead of a hospital gown for the first time in weeks.Camila's eyes immediately fill with tears."You look...""I know." Maria smiles. "Much better.""You look like yourself."Maria opens her arms."Come here."Camila hugs her carefully. "I've missed you.""I've be

Alejandro's POVBy the time I leave my final meeting, my head feels heavier than my briefcase.Camila is waiting in the lobby, leaning against the reception desk while talking to my assistant.She looks up the moment she hears my footsteps."There you are.""I was beginning to think you'd started another meeting.""I almost did.""You looked tempted.""I was."She smiles."I would've left without you.""I know.""You believed me?""Not for a second."She laughs and falls into step beside me."So…... where are we eating?""I didn't say we were.""You also didn't deny it.""I've learned not to."Instead of heading toward the elevators, I lead her upstairs.She frowns. "The roof?""You'll see."The rooftop is quiet.String lights glow overhead while a small table waits near the edge of the building, overlooking the Los Angeles skyline.Nothing extravagant, just dinner. Camila slowly turns in a circle."You did this?""I asked someone to help."She looks at me."You planned this?""I…..."

Alejandro's POVThe countdown finds me before breakfast.I wasn't looking for it.I simply glance at the calendar hanging beside my office door at the estate.Forty days became thirty, thirty quietly became twenty-three, only a few weeks remain.For the first time, the number feels less like a deadline and more like a threat."You've been staring at that calendar for a concerning amount of time."Camila's voice pulls me back.I turn to find her carrying two mugs of coffee."I was thinking."She hands me one."I know. You make that face whenever you're about to overcomplicate something.""I don't have a face.""You absolutely have a face.""I've never seen it.""Because you're wearing it."I laugh despite myself."That's rude.""It's accurate."She nudges my shoulder."Don't work too hard today.""I'll try.""No, you won't.""Probably not."She smiles."I knew it."The drive to Vega Headquarters is shorter than usual or maybe my thoughts are louder.The board meeting starts right on sc

Alejandro's POVSomething is wrong.I know it before breakfast ends.Camila stirs the same cup of coffee three times without taking a sip, nods whenever Mrs. Harper speaks even though she's clearly somewhere else, and nearly walks straight past the front door with her handbag still sitting on the kitchen counter.Mrs. Harper quietly clears her throat."Sweetheart."Camila blinks."Hm?""Unless handbags have learned to teleport…..."Camila looks down at her empty hand. "Oh." She laughs, but it doesn't sound like her. "I knew something felt lighter."Mrs. Harper smiles gently."Long week?""You could say that.""I usually do."Camila tries to smile again, it fades almost immediately.I pretend not to notice.Not because I don't care but because she's the kind of person who speaks only after she's ready.Pushing never helps.The drive to the hospital is quieter than usual.She keeps watching the ocean through the passenger window while I keep my eyes on the road.Halfway there, I clear