Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Runaway Wife He Claimed: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The second the car crunched onto the gravel of the hotel courtyard, I looked out the window and saw him.My blood turned to ice water, every inch of my skin freezing over like a winter windowpane.Matthew.My stomach rolled over, a hot wave of nausea clawing its way right up my throat. What was he doing in Chicago? Out of all the sprawling, crowded blocks in this entire city, how was he standing right outside the exact hotel I was walking into?Was he tracking me? Did he somehow know I’d be on that plane?A hundred frantic questions buzzed inside my skull like trapped hornets. The tinted glass of the car window felt like a paper-thin shield, the only thing keeping me invisible. As long as I stayed in this backseat, he couldn't see me.“Amelia?”Grey’s voice cut through the panic. For a terrifying second, I had completely forgotten he was sitting right beside me. I couldn’t let him see this. I couldn’t let him know I was falling apart.I swallowed hard, forcing my eyebrows up and stre

Amelia's POVMy eyes widened.What the hell just happened?My fingers went slack, and the files slipped from my hand, hitting the floor with a dull thwack.For a second, I couldn't move. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, fast and loud enough to drown out everything else.Every warning siren in my head was screaming at me.I had already given myself enough reasons to stay away from him. The moment he realized I was Amy from the club should have been enough to keep me at a safe distance. But if he dug deeper and discovered I was Matthew's wife...What would he think of me?Would he even listen to my side of the story? Or would he look at me like I was just another liar who had played him?My thoughts were running in circles, but then his lips pressed against mine again, and everything went quiet.All that common sense dissolved the second his hand brushed my jaw.I parted my lips and kissed him back.My knees almost weakened beneath me as I melted into him. I wrapped my

Amelia's POV By the time I woke up the next morning, the sunlight cut across the room, sharp enough to make me wince. I blinked it away and found Grey.His laptop rested on the table in front of him, his fingers moving across the keyboard with a steady unbothered rhythm. He looked completely absorbed in whatever he was doing, dressed like a man who had already started his day hours ago.For a moment, I didn't make a sound. I stayed still beneath the blankets, watching him. Then memories of last night came rushing back, especially the way I had forgotten every reason I was supposed to stay away from him."How was your beauty sleep?" he asked, his eyes still glued to the screen.I froze. So he knew I was awake all this time?I forced a tight, polite smile, keeping my hands tucked under the pillow. "Good morning, Mr. Grey."He finally looked over, a dry chuckle slipping past his lips. "I figured by now you'd call me Grey instead of Mr. Grey."I swallowed hard, the syllables heavy and

Amelia’s POVThe files were scattered across the table beneath my trembling hands, but I barely noticed them anymore.Everything around me seemed to dissolve into nothing.The only words I could hear were the ones still echoing inside my head.My baby was involved in an accident.Tears blurred my vision until the expensive restaurant looked like it had been covered in water. The polished mahogany tables, the gleaming silverware, the people talking quietly around us—all of it became a meaningless blur.I had to get to her. I had to see her.Every second I remained in this upscale restaurant felt like a betrayal. Like I was wasting precious time while my daughter was lying somewhere, hurt, and needing me.“Amelia, calm down.” Grey’s voice came again, steady and controlled.I looked at him, but whatever he saw in my face made his expression change.How the hell was I supposed to calm down when my baby could be fighting for her life?I wrenched my hand out of Grey’s and continued shoving

Amelia's POV I kept my arms tightly crossed over my chest, pressing them against the raw, vibrating knot of anxiety lodged beneath my ribs. My fingers dug into my arms as I stared at Giselle, trying to keep myself together long enough to hear her side of the story. Giselle opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She lowered her eyes and rubbed her palm against the back of her skirt over and over, the nervous movement making the fabric wrinkle beneath her fingers. “I'm waiting.” I kept my voice calm, even though every second of silence was making my anger climb higher. I needed to hear her version first. I needed to know exactly what had happened before I let everything inside me spill over. She swallowed hard, the muscles in her throat moving visibly before she finally forced the words out. “We… we just wanted to get some ice cream, like I told you when you called this morning.” Her voice came out in a shaky whisper, and she had to stop for a second before continui