All Chapters of My Disabled Billionaire Husband : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Simone's POV I knew Arlene was planning something the moment she told me to get dressed after breakfast.She had that look on her face, the one she wore whenever she was trying to hide something from me. She was terrible at keeping surprises because she always became too cheerful whenever she was keeping a secret, and by now, I had learned to recognise the signs.“Where are we going?” I asked as I watched her carry the breakfast plates out of the room.She glanced over her shoulder with a smile. “It's a surprise.”“That doesn't answer my question.”“It's not supposed to.”I shook my head, but I couldn't stop myself from smiling.There was a time when I would have found the idea of going anywhere irritating. I preferred my room, my silence and the familiar routine I had built around myself after the accident. I didn't like unexpected plans, crowded places or people asking where I was going.Now, somehow, I had a wife who could decide that we were going somewhere without telling me, an

Arlene’s POVThe next morning, I finished my bath and changed into a simple dress before heading downstairs to check whether breakfast was ready. I had slept well, although I still remembered my conversation with Maya from the previous evening, and by the time I reached the dining room, I had already decided that I wasn't going to hold on to it.Maya was setting the plates on the table when she noticed me.“Good morning, Mrs. Gillingham.”“Good morning, Maya.”She gave me a small smile, but there was still a trace of uncertainty in her expression.“I wanted to apologise again for yesterday.”I waved my hand dismissively.“You don't have to keep apologising. It's fine.”“Are you sure?”“Yes. I think I even overreacted a little.”Her shoulders relaxed.“I was afraid you were angry with me.”“I was a little annoyed,” I admitted, smiling, “but I'm not angry anymore.”Maya laughed softly.“I really didn't mean to ask it in a bad way.”“I know.”She finished arranging the plates and looked

Arlene's POVI was sitting in my room that afternoon when my phone buzzed. When I glanced at the screen and saw Lilian's name, I smiled faintly before opening the message. I expected another one of her usual chats about work, her children, or something random that had happened during her day. Instead, the first message made my heart stop.Lilian: You won't believe who I ran into today.I stared at the screen for a moment before replying.Me: Who?Her response came almost immediately.Lilian: Veronica.My smile disappeared. I sat up straight on the bed, staring at the name as though looking at it long enough might somehow make it disappear. Veronica. My stepsister. For years, I had done everything possible to bury that part of my life, and now I was sitting in Simone's house, building a new life I had never imagined having, only for someone from my past to suddenly appear again.Before I could respond, another message came through.Lilian: I introduced myself as your friend and former

Arlene's POVThe following morning, I woke up with the company dinner still on my mind. Simone's decision to attend had surprised me, not because I thought he was incapable of making the decision himself, but because I knew how much he had withdrawn from that part of his life over the years. He had spent so long avoiding anything that reminded him of the man he used to be, and yet, after our conversation, he had finally decided to face it again.I found myself wondering what the dinner would be like and whether returning to that world would change him in any way. There was still so much about Simone's life before the accident that I didn't know, and although I wasn't going to pressure him into telling me everything, I couldn't deny that I was curious about the person he had been before I met him.After taking my bath, I went downstairs, intending to have breakfast before Simone woke up, but I found Maya already in the kitchen arranging some things on the counter. She looked up as soon

Theodore's POV It had been almost a month since I last heard from Maya, and by now, I was beginning to question whether bringing her into Simone's household had been worth the trouble. Every report she had given me so far had been vague, containing nothing substantial enough to satisfy my curiosity. The longer she remained there without bringing me anything useful, the more I wondered what exactly I was paying her for.I sat behind my desk that evening, staring at the documents in front of me without actually reading them. My mind had been elsewhere for most of the afternoon, and after nearly an hour of accomplishing nothing, I pushed the papers aside and leaned back in my chair.Perhaps I should simply tell her to quit.There was no point keeping someone in that house if she couldn't find out what was happening inside it, especially when I had expected her to be my eyes and ears. I reached for the phone I used to contact her, intending to call and put an end to the arrangement, bu