All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sunlight leaked through the slats of the blinds, making gray bars across the sheets. I woke up before my alarm and just lay there under the blanket. I didn't move. I turned my head and looked at Daniel sleeping next to me. In the early morning light, I stared at his face, trying to figure out how the guy right beside me could look like that blurry shape in the old photo. *You're losing your mind,* I told myself. Photos lie all the time. The light was bad, the paper was old, and anyone's shadow could look like him if you stared long enough. I was just freaking out because I hadn't slept. A second later, Daniel moved. His eyes snapped open, dark and clear, right on me. He didn't look like a ghost. He looked like my husband. A slow, lazy smile came across his face. He reached out, put his warm hand on my waist, and pulled me right up against his chest. "Staring?" he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep. "I'm not staring," I lied, feeling my face get hot. "You definitely were." He l

After a restless night, I decided I needed to get out of the house. The walls of Number 16 felt too close, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about the voice that had whispered my name in the dark. I strapped Liam into his stroller, grabbed my handbag, and headed to a nearby shopping mall. I needed a few groceries and some baby wipes for Liam. Pushing the stroller past bright displays and shelves, I took my time selecting what I needed, sorting through the items and placing them into my basket. I tried to focus on the simple, ordinary rhythm of the afternoon, pushing the heavy thoughts to the back of my mind. I reached the checkout counter with my basket full of supplies. The cashier scanned the items, and I pulled out my debit card, tapping it against the POS terminal. The machine beeped—a sharp, flat tone. "Declined," the cashier said without looking up. I blinked. "Oh. Let’s try it again." I tapped the card a second time. Another flat beep. Transaction failed. People were alr

A month had passed since Daniel finally told me about his family. Since then, things had been much easier between us. I no longer watched him every time he walked into a room, and I had stopped asking too many questions about the strange things I noticed around the house. Even when something felt a little odd, I usually found a simple explanation for it and moved on. I was sleeping better too. For the first time in a long while, I could lie beside Daniel at night without waking up every few hours. The strange dreams had stopped, and I no longer woke up with my heart racing, wondering if someone had been standing beside the bed. My life had become quiet again. I had even deleted Grace’s number from my phone. After everything that had happened, I didn’t want anything to do with her anymore, so I had blocked Grace from calling and told the security guards not to allow her into the compound. I didn’t want another argument or another warning. As far as I was concerned, Grace had said what

The calendar hanging by the kitchen pantry said there were only four days left. To me, those four days could not pass quickly enough. I had spent the entire morning at the market, moving from one stall to another and haggling with traders until my arms were loaded with shopping bags. When I finally kicked the front door shut and dropped my parcels onto the living room sofa, I looked flushed and triumphant. "You're going to bankrupt us," Daniel said, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen with a half-empty mug of coffee he had barely touched. "I am doing no such thing," I laughed, unzipping my handbag and pulling out a neatly wrapped package of imported tea. "Your mother is an older woman. You don't show up at a stranger’s doorstep empty-handed—let alone your own mother's." I began unpacking everything I had bought: two yards of embroidered Ankara fabric in soft sage green, a couple of white cotton blouses, a simple leather handbag, and a small tin of butter cookies for Li

An elderly man pushed his way through the cluster of agitated voices, stepping into the center of the yard with slow, deliberate authority. His head was crowned with thick gray hair, and a full beard of matching silver covered his jaw. As he moved, the noise around him dropped immediately. People stepped back, making room for him without a word.He looked down at Rachel, who was still crumpled on the dry earth near the edge of the swept compound. Her head was shaking in a slow, continuous rhythm, tears cutting wet tracks through the dust on her cheeks. One of her hands was pressed tightly over her mouth, muffling the ragged breaths that kept escaping her, while the other trembled violently against the ground.The old man crouched beside her, his movements stiff with age. He reached out and placed a warm, heavy hand on her shoulder."Get up, Rachel," he said softly. "Get up."He stayed there, supporting her weight as she slowly pushed herself up from the floor, her legs unsteady beneat