Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Cheating CEO Husband Wants Me Back : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

DOMINIC POV I lost her at the second intersection.Her taillights blurred red through the rain, and she took the corner too fast, swinging wide through a yellow light that turned red behind her. I slammed the brakes, horns blaring from both directions as a delivery van filled my windshield, its driver cursing something I couldn't hear through the glass.By the time the road cleared, she was gone.I hit the steering wheel with the heel of my hand. Once. Twice. "No. No, no, no."I drove blind down the next street, then the next, scanning every parked car and every dark side road. Rain turned the asphalt to black glass. I found nothing, I didn't know where she lived. I'd only ever seen the villa's gates in a photograph, and Marcus was the one who knew the road to them. I pulled over under a dead streetlamp, breathing like I'd run the whole way on foot.My phone lit up on the passenger seat. Marcus. I let it ring out. If I answered, he would tell me to wait, and I had waited five years.

CATHERINE POV I made it to the car before my legs gave out.The driver held the door open and didn't ask why my hands were shaking. I sat in the back seat with my nails cut into my palms, and I did not let the tears fall. There was a black sedan three cars behind us, idling at the school kerb. The tall man from the warehouse sat at its wheel, his face as blank as a closed door.Jasmine didn't need to follow me herself. She had people do that for her."The office," I said, and my voice came out thin and polite, the voice of a woman who had signed her name and learned her place.The sedan pulled out behind us.My office was glass on three sides. Every wall let the morning in and let anyone see me.I sat behind my desk and opened a contract. I read the same line eleven times. Behind the paperwork, on the second monitor my assistant used for scheduling, I brought up a local news feed and turned the sound to nothing.“The Moretti Heir Critical After Rail Yard Collision.”My stomach folded

CATHERINE POV I didn't sleep all night. I laid down in the dark with my eyes open, listening to the house breathe. When the first grey light touched the curtains, I got up and dressed like a woman putting on armour. The kitchen smelled of toast, eggs and bacon but I could not eat a bite of it.The maid got the children fed and ready for school. Sera chattered the whole way to school. She had drawn a dragon with a crown. Diana corrected her, because dragons did not wear crowns, they wore scales. Dylan sat pressed against the far window and said nothing, his grey eyes fixed on the road.Behind us, three cars back, the black sedan kept its distance. Jasmine's men. Two in the front seat now."Mummy," Diana said, "are you cold?""No, sweetheart.""You're holding your bag like it's going to run away."I looked down. My knuckles had gone white around the strap. Inside, between my keys and my lipstick, lay a creased photograph of a laughing boy.I loosened my fingers one at a time.The car g

DOMINIC POV The first thing I felt was the cold.Not the cold of rain or concrete. A clean, humming cold, like a room built for sleeping machines. Something beeped near my ear, steady and patient. I tried to open my eyes, but the lights stabbed through them like a blade."Dominic."A voice, soft and close, trembling. A hand wrapped around mine, a small and warm fingers laced through my fingers as if holding on were its only job. Dark hair swam in the blur above me. A face I couldn't focus on.My heart lurched so hard the machine beside me shrieked.“Catherine.”"Cat," I breathed. It scraped my throat raw. "I was behind you. I didn't mean to...""Shh. Don't talk. Please."The hand tightened. I tried to squeeze back, and the dark rolled over me like a wave.The second time, it was day. A drip hung beside the bed, the room smelled of antiseptic and lilies, far too many lilies crowded onto every surface.My head felt split and stitched with wire. Each breath sent a hot knife between my

DOMINIC POV The monitors were still screaming when the door burst open.Two nurses and a doctor rushed in. Marcus pinned my shoulders to the pillow, my father held my wrist. A hot line of pain ran across my ribs as blood beaded in the crook of my arm where the needle had been."Mr. Moretti, lie still," the doctor said. "You have three fractured ribs, and we only just relieved the bleeding behind your ear.""I'm lying still.""You are bleeding on my sheets."My father made a sound that was half laugh, half sob. The nurses reset the line quickly and the machines settled into a steady rhythm. When the doctor had warned me twice more and gone, I looked at the stripes of afternoon light across a floor crowded with white lilies. Every stem was tied with a silver ribbon. The scent coated my tongue."Take them out."Marcus carried them out in four trips. When the last vase was gone, I breathed the antiseptic air like it was clean."As far as anyone outside this room knows, I haven't woken," I