All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not quiet like a normal hotel room—just empty. Dead. I opened my eyes, still heavy with sleep, and reached across the mattress. My hand hit flat, undisturbed sheets. The other side of the bed was stone cold. “Hello?” I whispered. Crickets. Just the low hum of the AC unit. I sat up fast, pulling the duvet around my shoulders. I threw off the covers and checked the bathroom. Empty. No wet towel, no splash on the sink, nothing. He was gone. Panic hit my chest like a fist. I paced the room, my bare feet sinking into the thick carpet. Did he really just bounce? After everything? I stared out the window at the hazy Lagos morning, a bitter knot twisting in my gut. To even get myself looking decent for the club last night, I had sold my old TV and my small standing fridge. All of it gone just for a shot at a better life, and now what? Was I just another quick hookup to him? I sat back down on the edge of the bed, waiting. Just star

I remained seated inside the quiet hotel lounge long after my conversation with Sandra ended, not yet ready to leave. The silver dress I had worn to the party caught the light whenever someone walked past my table; last night, beneath the soft glow of the mansion, it had made me feel beautiful and almost like someone else, but this morning, under the harsh sunlight coming through the glass walls, it suddenly felt too noticeable. If I walked back into the hostel wearing it, the questions from the other students would start immediately, so I decided to wait until evening when fewer eyes would be on me. I lifted my glass and took another sip, though the drink had already lost its chill and I barely noticed. My mind was entirely on him. I realized I couldn't even remember his name, and as I tried to picture his face, the sharpness of his features, and the sound of his voice, I found that the harder I tried to remember, the harder it became. The only thing I remembered perfectly were hi

The cold water ran slowly over my body as I stood beneath the shower. I scrubbed myself repeatedly, once, twice, three times, trying to scrub away everything that had happened the previous night. When I finally stepped out of the bathroom, I wrapped a towel around myself and stared at my reflection. I looked different—not physically, but something inside me had shifted, though I couldn't explain it. Quietly, I changed into one of my oversized pajamas before sitting on the edge of the bed. Almost immediately, my eyes drifted toward the mattress. Beneath it… five million naira lay hidden. A slow smile spread across my lips. Then, without warning, my stomach growled loudly. I blinked, and only then did I realize something: I hadn't eaten anything substantial since the previous day. Between the house party, the hotel, the long hours spent in the lounge, and the shock of discovering the money, food had completely slipped my mind. I stood up. “I should be starving,” I laughed softly. S

The loud banging on the door jolted me awake. “Amara!” “Open the door!” “We know you’re inside!” Still half asleep, I pushed myself upright. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was, but then my eyes dropped to my chest. The brown envelope—I had slept with it pressed tightly against me all night, refusing to let it leave my sight. My heart jumped. Without wasting time, I lifted the mattress and pushed the envelope beneath the wooden bed frame before lowering it back into place. The knocking came again. “Amara! Open this door!” “I’m coming!” I shouted. I quickly fixed my hair, wiped the sleep from my eyes, and unlocked the door. Sandra and the other two girls immediately pushed their way inside. “There she is!” Sandra laughed as she pulled me into a hug. “See this girl! You disappeared completely, we’ve been calling you, hope you’re okay?” The girls looked around the room, and their smiles slowly faded. Something was missing. The small television that usually sat on the t

I barely remembered the journey back to the hostel. My legs still felt weak after collapsing by the roadside, and the small crowd that had gathered slowly dispersed once someone helped me into a tricycle that dropped me close to the school gate. Instead of going straight to my room, I stopped at the hostel office. The hostel secretary—a final-year student everyone affectionately called Big Sis—noticed my condition immediately. “Amara?” She looked up in concern. “What happened to you? You don’t look well.” I forced a weak smile. “I think it’s something I ate. I’ve been vomiting.” Without asking too many questions, Big Sis opened a drawer and brought out some tablets. “Take these. They should help with the vomiting. Drink plenty of water, and if it continues, we’ll take you to the school clinic.” I thanked her quietly, swallowed the medicine with a bottle of water, and sat there until the dizziness faded enough for me to walk back to my room. I locked the door behind me and sat on t