All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ever since she came back from Grace’s house, things had shifted. I had completely stopped bothering Daniel about trying to make friends or mingle with the outside world. I had intentionally distanced myself from Grace, realizing the woman was just a busybody who only cared about gossip. Looking back, I saw Grace as no different from any other nosy neighbour. They were all the same. I had learned my lesson about letting outsiders get too close. It was a quiet afternoon when I stepped out of the front door with little Liam strapped to my waist. I had a bag of trash in my hand, intending to toss it into the bins outside. But as I stepped onto the pavement, my eyes drifted across the street. Right opposite my house, standing barefoot behind a low pillar, was a woman dressed entirely in plain white. The woman stood there, watching me without blinking. I froze, my heart skipping a beat as I stared back for a few long seconds. I tried to make sense of who it could be, but before I could ev

The hours dragged on. I sat in the quiet living room long after Grace had gone, with only the dim glow of the hallway lamp keeping me company. Every little pop of the walls made me think someone was moving around. Around half past ten, headlights suddenly swept across the living room wall. I sat upright so quickly that Liam stirred beside me. For a second, I was sure it was Daniel. I hurried toward the window, but the car continued down the street without stopping. I stood there watching the red lights disappear into the darkness. My shoulders dropped. "Where are you?" I whispered. It was past eleven now. Carefully, so I wouldn't wake him, I stood up and carried Liam down the hallway to the bedroom. I laid him gently in his crib, tucking his small blanket around him. He stirred for a second, letting out a soft sigh before settling back into his sleep. I stood over the crib for a moment, watching his little chest rise and fall. My mind kept going back to the woman at the gate, Gra

The morning light came through the bedroom curtains. I moved through the kitchen, keeping busy while Daniel sat at the dining table nearby, going through papers on his tablet. Liam played quietly with a plastic truck on the rug. The front gate buzzer rang. I froze, my hand hovering over the kettle. A moment later, the security man hurried up the short path from the gatehouse and knocked sharply on the front door. Daniel stood up immediately, walking over to open it. The security man looked agitated, glancing back toward the street. "Oga Daniel, that woman from yesterday," he said, speaking quickly. "She's back outside." I felt a sharp spike of tension. Without waiting, I walked quickly to the front window to see for myself. Daniel noticed my movement and came over to stand beside me, looking out through the glass as well. A few yards away, standing near the utility pole opposite their gate—opposite our gate—was the woman. She wore plain white clothes, slightly rumpled now in the

The rest of the evening passed quietly. I kept myself busy with Liam and dinner, but Grace’s words kept turning over and over in my head. Later that night, after Liam had finally fallen asleep, the house settled into a heavy quiet. Daniel sat on the couch with his laptop open on his knees, typing slowly. I sat at the other end of the couch, folding a small pile of baby clothes. I glanced over at him, watching his eyes dart across the screen. I hadn't planned on bringing it up, but the thought had been nagging me all evening, and the words just slipped out. "Daniel," I said softly. He didn't look away from his screen right away, just giving a small hum to show he was listening. "Do you still have any friends from when you were younger?" Daniel’s fingers paused over the keyboard. He looked up, turning his head slightly to face me with a calm expression, though a faint crease appeared between his brows. "Why are you asking?" I smoothed out a small shirt with my hands. "I don't know.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the living room floor. I sat on the couch with my coffee, still turning over everything I had heard at the salon the day before. The women had tossed around a messy pile of stories. Some said the strange woman used to live in Number 16, others swore she didn't, and nobody could agree on who she was or what she wanted. People in housing estates loved to exaggerate, and I tried to tell myself that was all it was. Just idle gossip blowing in the wind. Yet I couldn't shake the other thing lingering in the back of my mind. I remembered standing in the dark hallway two nights ago, listening to Daniel speak to an empty room about an unfinished mission. The words had unsettled me deeply, but I had kept them locked inside. I hadn't said a word to him about it. Later that morning, I needed to pick up a few household supplies from the small shop near the estate gate. I grabbed a small baby bag, scooped Liam into my arms, and walked out the front door.