Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 56

Chapter Fifty twoDamian“Three days, Sara. You haven’t given me an answer."I leaned my shoulder against the frame of the glass conservatory doors, my arms crossed over my chest as I watched my wife. The morning sun illuminated the soft angles of her face as she carefully arranged a vase of fresh lilies. She froze at my words, her fingers tensing around a green stem before she slowly turned her dark, guarded eyes to meet mine."I've been busy, Damian," she said, her voice dropping into that cool, professional tone she used to protect herself. "Adrian's physical therapy schedule requires my constant attention. I don't have time to discuss dinner dates.""You don't have time, or you're running away?" I asked softly. I stepped into the room, my boots making no sound against the stone floor as I closed the distance between us. I wanted her to see the man who was utterly, completely desperate to win her back. "Every time I try to talk to you in this house, he magically slips or needs his

Chapter Fifty FourDamianI killed the Audi’s engine, but the tense silence inside the car remained unbroken. The heavy black iron gates of the Blackwood family mausoleum cut a grim silhouette against the overcast morning sky.I stepped out into the biting wind and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for Sara. She stepped onto the wet asphalt, pulling her dark trench coat tightly around her shoulders, her jaw set in that familiar, untouchable mask. As soon as we came back home and back to reality, she remembered that she hated me again. The last two days we spent in that cabin was perfect. I wished we could stay there forever. The heavy metallic scrape of a folding ramp announced our third passenger.Adrian had insisted on coming. He had flatly refused to stay behind at the house, claiming he was getting bored at the house but I saw it as an opportunity to get be wherever my wife was. I didn't understand his sudden persistence, but I wasn't about to give him the sati

Chapter Fifty-SixSaraI stood frozen at the far end of the dim corridor, my hand resting against the cold wall as I watched the shadow move outside Damian’s private study.The brass handle clicked softly. Through the narrow gap in the door, a faint beam of light cut across the dark floorboards. My heart hammered against my ribs as a figure slowly rolled backward into the hall, quietly pulling the heavy oak door shut behind him.Adrian.He was sitting in his wheelchair, holding a thick leather folder against his lap. In the shadow of the hallway, his face wasn't soft or vulnerable. His jaw was set, his dark eyes fixed on the paper in his hands with a cold, piercing intensity I had never seen before."Adrian?" my voice slipped out before I could stop it, barely louder than a whisper.He flinched, instantly tucking the file beneath the dark blanket draped over his lap. When he turned his head to look at me, the sharp edge in his eyes vanished, replaced in a split second by a soft, weary