All Chapters of The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE: I MISS MY WIFECASPIAN'S POVI had decided earlier that day that I needed to do something for her.The distance between us had grown too wide. I hated it. I hated admitting that I hated it even more. After the panic attack, after the way she had stayed and helped me breathe, the house had felt different. It was quiet and we were careful around each other. Too careful. I did not know how to step back into normal conversation with her, so the silence had kept stretching.Then the woman in my office tried to seduce me.Elena Voss had smiled and leaned too close and offered things that had nothing to do with real business. She had expected me to be interested.. Instead I only felt annoyed. The more she tried, the clearer one thought became in my head:I missed Serena.Not just her body. I missed her presence in the house. I missed the way she looked at me when she was not angry or afraid. I missed the soft voice she had used when she was explaining things to me.She had

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE: WEIGHT OF RELIEFCASPIAN'S POVI groaned as Serena slowly and reluctantly lifted herself off me.The loss of her warmth was immediate. She stood on slightly unsteady legs, her breathing still uneven. I watched her for a second before reaching for my pants. I pulled them up and fastened them quickly. My body was still tight with unfinished need, but the sharp ring of the doorbell had already pushed my mind toward something else. The sudden change left a restless heat under my skin that had nowhere to go. The doorbell kept ringing.I pray God gives me the strength not to bash in the head of the person on the other end. And I hope the interruption was worth itSerena picked up my discarded shirt from the floor and slipped it on. The fabric was large on her. It covered her to the middle of her thighs. She crossed her arms loosely over her chest, her cheeks still flushed, hair slightly messy from what we had just been doing. The sight of her standing there in my shirt

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE: THE SALON VIXEN SERENA'S POVI sat in the salon chair while the stylist worked on my hair.The place was quiet and expensive. Soft music played in the background. A glass of water with lemon sat beside me. I had come for something simple. A trim and a light treatment just to feel a little more like myself after the long stretch of heavy days. For a while it worked. The gentle pull of the comb and the warm air from the dryer let my mind rest. The scent of clean hair products and the low murmur of other clients created a small pocket of calm I had not felt in weeks.Then the glass door opened and Vivian walked in.I saw her reflection in the large mirror before she saw me. She looked perfectly put together, as always. Dark sunglasses. A fitted dress. The kind of confidence that came from never having to check the price of anything. She spoke to the receptionist in a smooth, familiar voice, then turned to walk deeper into the salon.Her steps slowed when she noticed

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN: DAMAGE DONECASPIAN'S POVI was coming from a meeting with an investor in the car when I saw the news from one tabloid and by the time I reached the office, the story was already everywhere.My phone would not stop lighting up. There were Board members, investors, Public relations, Legal. Every one of them wanted the same thing: a response, a denial, a clean statement that would stop the bleeding. The headlines were ugly and simple. My wife had been buried in debt. She had married me for money. The old scandal was being dragged out again and tied to new numbers that made her look desperate and calculating.I was really getting heat these past few weeks. First it was the leak and now this? I hope it doesn't get any worse. Because it's starting to look bad for the company.I sat down behind my desk and forced my voice to stay even while I gave orders.“Issue a statement within the hour. Make sure there's no details about her private finances. Make it clear that any

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE: CONSTANT BEEPS AND LEAPSLUCAS'S POVThe machines never really stopped beeping.Even when I slept, I could still hear them. The steady beeping had been part of my life for so long that silence sometimes felt strange. Some kids grew up with the sound of cartoons or their parents talking in the next room. I grew up with the sounds of monitors and oxygen tanks when my chest felt too tight. The numbers on the screens changed, but the sounds stayed the same. Beep. Pause.Beep. It was the background music of every room I had lived in for years.I had spent more days in hospital rooms than in normal bedrooms. The smell of disinfectant that never fully left the sheets or the curtains. Nurses who learned my name and doctors who spoke in careful voices when they thought I was asleep. This was my world. I had learned to live inside it. I knew which nurses were kind and which ones were always in a hurry. I knew how to tell when the pain was going to get worse before the