Todos los capítulos de I BECAME THE BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE OVERNIGHT : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Emily's POV"I didn't ask anyone to schedule a wedding," I said, staring at Nathaniel across the kitchen the next morning, "so either someone's playing a very strange prank on us, or you did something behind my back that you'd better explain immediately."He held up both hands in surrender, laughing in that unguarded way that still caught me off guard sometimes, a full year into learning who he actually was underneath all that careful stillness. "It wasn't me," he said. "I promise. I have learned my lesson about deciding things for you without asking first."We found the answer three phone calls later, and it was, somehow, exactly who I should have guessed from the start. Chloe answered on the first ring, sounding entirely too pleased with herself. "Okay, don't be mad," she said immediately, "but you two have spent an entire year almost getting married and then getting derailed by a crisis every single time, and I refuse to let that happen a third time. I called the courthouse myself.

Emily's POVThe phone rang at eleven at night, and I knew before I even answered it that something was wrong, because Chloe never called this late unless the world was ending."I need you to not panic," she said, which was, of course, the fastest possible way to make me panic completely. "I'm at the hospital. It's probably nothing. The babies are probably fine."I was already pulling on shoes with the phone wedged against my shoulder, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. "Probably fine is not the same as fine, Chloe. Tell me what's happening right now.""Contractions," she said, her voice tight in a way that scared me more than anything she was actually saying. "Too early, too regular, and the doctor keeps using words like monitoring and precaution, which are doctor words for I don't want to alarm you but also I am a little alarmed."Nathaniel was already grabbing his keys before I finished explaining, and within ten minutes we were in the car, the city sliding pas

Emily's POVI recognized her voice before I turned around, and my whole body went rigid in the middle of the flower shop, the note from my mother's dress still folded carefully in my coat pocket where I'd carried it for three days without opening it."I heard about the wedding date," Vanessa said, standing just inside the doorway like she wasn't entirely sure she was welcome, which she wasn't. "I wasn't sure whether to come find you or stay as far away as possible. I still don't know which one was the right choice.""What do you want, Vanessa," I said, keeping my voice level, refusing to give her the satisfaction of watching me flinch the way I once might have."To apologize," she said, and something in her tone made me actually look at her properly for the first time, really look, past the expensive coat and the careful makeup to the exhaustion underneath it. "I know that's not worth much after everything I did. I know an apology doesn't undo a single thing I put you and Nathaniel th

Emily's POV"You're squeezing my hand hard enough to break it," Nathaniel murmured as the plane lifted off the runway, and I realized only then that I'd been holding my breath since we'd boarded, my whole body braced for some new complication to appear out of nowhere and swallow this trip whole."Sorry," I said, forcing myself to loosen my grip, though I didn't let go entirely. "I keep waiting for something else to go wrong. Chloe, Marcus, Vanessa, the note in the dress I still haven't opened. It feels like we haven't gone a single week this year without a crisis landing on us out of nowhere.""Chloe's stable," he reminded me gently. "The doctors are optimistic. Marcus told you the truth last night, all of it, and you believed him. Vanessa's gone, and whatever's in that note, you don't have to open it until you're ready.""I know," I said, leaning my head against his shoulder as the city fell away beneath us, glass towers shrinking into a glittering smear of light. "I just don't know

Emily's POVMy hands shook so badly I nearly tore the paper before I even managed to unfold it, and for one long moment I stood frozen at the edge of the terrace, terrified that whatever my mother had written might undo the fragile peace I had only just found."Take your time," Nathaniel said softly, coming to stand beside me without crowding me, close enough to steady me if I needed it, far enough to let the moment stay entirely mine. "There's no rush. She waited nineteen years. She can wait another minute or two.""What if it's something I'm not ready to know," I said, the paper trembling in my hands. "What if she wrote something about the fire, or my father, or something that changes how I see all of this.""Then we'll sit with it together," he said. "Whatever it says, you don't have to carry it alone. Not tonight, not ever again."I looked up at him, steadied by the certainty in his voice, and felt some of the fear in my chest loosen its grip just enough to let me breathe. "Okay,"