All Chapters of Married to my Ex's Billionaire Father: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damon didn’t mention Ethan’s question.Not that afternoon.Not in the car.Not during dinner.By ten, his silence was irritating me.We were in bed.Damon was reading.I was pretending to read.I had been on the same page for fifteen minutes.Finally, I closed the book.“Ask.”He looked up.“Ask what?”“You know what.”“No.”“Ethan’s question.”His expression changed.“I’m not asking you that.”“Why?”“Because you said you’re learning me.”“And?”“That’s enough.”I stared at him.“Enough?”“For now.”He returned to his book.I pulled it from his hands.“Maya.”“Why are you always so patient?”“I’m not.”“You are with me.”“Yes.”“Why?”His gaze softened.“Because I know what happens when people try to control love.”My chest tightened.“Charles?”“Among others.”He took my hand.“I don’t want an answer you gave because I asked for one.”I looked at our joined hands.“What if I never say it?”“Then you never say it.”“You’d be fine with that?”“No.”His honesty surprised me.“It would

“This is smaller?”I stared through the windshield.Damon glanced at the house.Then at me.“Yes.”“You have lost touch with reality.”His mouth twitched.The house in front of us was smaller than the Bennett mansion.Technically.It was still huge.Two stories of warm stone and glass sat behind tall trees, with soft lights glowing through the windows. A wide garden stretched around one side.There was no security team standing at the entrance.No enormous gates.No Bennett family portraits waiting inside.It felt different.Quiet.Private.Damon switched off the engine.“You hate it.”“I haven’t even gone inside.”“You made a face.”“I was calculating how many people you think live in a small house.”He laughed.“Come.”He took my hand as we walked toward the entrance.I looked down at our joined fingers.This had become normal.Somehow, in a few weeks, holding Damon’s hand had become as natural as breathing.He stopped at the front door.“Your key.”I pulled the silver key from my b

I learned something dangerous during our first week in the new house.I liked waking up beside my husband.Far too much.Damon woke before me most mornings.At first, he tried leaving quietly.That lasted three days.On the fourth morning, I felt the mattress shift and reached for him before I was fully awake.“Where are you going?”“Work.”“No.”Silence.Then I felt him settle back beside me.His arm slipped around my waist.“Better?”“Yes.”I buried my face against his chest.Five minutes later, I opened my eyes.Damon was smiling.“What?”“You told me no.”“I was sleeping.”“You were giving orders.”“I own fifty-one percent of your company.”“You’ve become drunk with power.”“Go make coffee.”His eyebrows rose.“See?”I laughed.He kissed my forehead.“Stay here.”“Where would I go?”He looked at me.That look.Warm. Soft. Almost disbelieving.As though some part of him still woke each morning surprised to find me beside him.My smile faded.“Damon?”“Hmm?”“You know I’m staying, r

I fell asleep during a board meeting.Not metaphorically.Not because Arthur had been speaking for twenty-seven minutes about quarterly projections and had somehow found a way to make billions of dollars sound boring.I fell asleep.My eyes closed.My head dropped.And when I opened them again, the entire boardroom was silent.I blinked.Twenty-one people were staring at me.Oh no.Damon sat beside me.He wasn’t staring.He was smiling.That was worse.“What?”His eyebrow lifted.“Good morning.”I straightened immediately.“I wasn’t sleeping.”Arthur looked down at his papers.Claire suddenly became interested in her laptop.Someone near the end of the table coughed.Damon leaned closer.“You were.”“I was thinking.”“With your eyes closed?”“I concentrate better.”“You snored.”My mouth fell open.“I do not snore.”The man across from me made a strange sound.I pointed at him.“Don’t.”He looked away.Damon’s shoulders started shaking.I glared at my husband.“You think this is funny

I barely slept.Not because I felt sick.Not because Damon was taking up more than his fair share of the bed.Because three positive pregnancy tests were hidden beneath the towels in our bathroom.And my husband knew something.I was sure of it.Damon lay beside me, sleeping peacefully.Or pretending to.I studied his face.“You are irritating even when unconscious.”His mouth moved.“Thank you.”I jumped.“You’re awake?”His eyes remained closed.“I am now.”“You were listening?”“To my wife insulting me? Yes.”I rolled onto my back.“Go to sleep.”His arm moved around my waist.I froze when his hand settled across my stomach.Coincidence.It had to be.Damon pulled me closer.“Better?”“Yes.”His hand remained there.I stared into the darkness.Did he know?No.He suspected.There was a difference.I needed to move quickly.By seven, Damon was downstairs.I showered and opened the bathroom drawer.Three tests.Still positive.Apparently, I had expected them to reconsider overnight.