บททั้งหมดของ My Billionaire Husband Refuses to Let Me Go: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The next morningBy 6:13 a.m., the first video had reached a million views.By seven o'clock, it had spread across every major social media platform.By eight, national news outlets were replaying the same twelve-second clip on an endless loop.The footage was grainy, captured on a phone from the lower garden terrace. It showed the moonlit upper balcony, lit from behind by the warm glow of the party. You couldn't see faces clearly, but the silhouettes were unmistakable.One shadow lunged forward, arms thrusting sharply outward.A choked, terrified scream tore through the audio.Then, the second shadow crumpled backward vanishing into the darkness below with a sickening, heavy thud.The caption that started it all on TikTok was simple: #WalkerFamilyScandal#JusticeForVeronica #AuroraResortWithin minutes, the algorithm had done the rest.Accounts with millions of followers stitched the video together with dramatic music and slowed the moment Emma's hands reached forward to a crawl.I

The main hall of the Aurora Resort was packed, and everyone was watching the entrance. By now, everyone knew that Emma had spent the night at the presidential suite and hadn't left the property. The guests gathered around the grand piano and seated at the marble café tables had their phones discreetly angled toward the elevators, waiting to see if she would sneak out through a service corridor or come downstairs looking like a broken woman.When the double doors from the private elevator swung open, the murmurs died down instantly.Emma walked into the grand lobby wearing a dark suit, her hair pulled back neatly. She held a black leather folder against her arm, her expression completely calm. She didn't look down, and she didn't rush her pace. She walked straight across the polished floor toward the main executive wing, completely ignoring the crowd gathered near the lounge seating and front desk.The whispers picked up right away."Is she serious?" a woman near the central fountain

The drive to the hospital took Noah twenty minutes from the mansion. And he had opted to drive himself, instead of taking his usual driver.He preferred it that way whenever his thoughts became too loud. Driving occupied just enough of his mind to stop it from wandering somewhere he didn't want it to go.Not that it was working particularly well today.His phone buzzed again against the center console. He didn't look at it even as another vibration followed less than thirty seconds later. Then another. He already knew who it was without checking.His assistant. Reporters. Board members. Hell, even old university acquaintances. Even two celebrities he had met only once at some conference had somehow found his number and reached out, no doubt hoping to become part of the country's favorite scandal.The tabloids had transformed his private life into serialized entertainment, and everyone wanted the next episode.He despised every second of it.Noah's grip tightened on the leather of the

Noah stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jillian’s old office his hands resting loosely in the pockets of his trousers as he looked down at the resort grounds below. The office didn’t have the view of the sea but it was positioned high enough that the sprawling resort grounds stretched beneath it.It had belonged to Jillian for years, and there was traces of her everywhere. Her awards and certificates. Pictures of her deceased husband and Maya, there was even one of him when he had been much younger, perhaps ten or eleven, standing beside Jillian with an awkward smile on his face while she rested a hand proudly on his shoulder.Just as he was reminiscing about the day that the picture was taken, the heavy double doors were pushed open, and then the rhythmic sound of heels echoed against the marble floor.“Mr Walker,” Helen called out hesitantly, and he frowned immediately at the tone. He turned to her, his eyes narrowing as he took in her stiff posture and the tense expression

Helen pressed the phone to her ear, leaning against the shelves as her jaw set into a terrifying sneer.The call connected on the second ring."Veronica," Helen whispered, her voice low and menacing,"Listen to me very carefully. Emma and Eleanor are setting a trap for you. If you don't call a press conference right now and tell them Emma didn't push you, you're going to prison."There was a sharp, frantic gasp on the other end of the line. "What?! Helen, have you lost your mind? Everyone thinks she pushed me! That was the whole point! If I say she didn't—""Shut up and listen to me!" Helen snapped, her voice dropping into a sharp whisper that cut straight through Veronica's rising panic. "Eleanor has the security footage, Veronica. The raw, unedited footage. And who knows when she is going to release it to the entire board and every major news outlet in the country. They will see you throw yourself down those stairs. They will see that Emma didn't lay a single finger on you."Silence