All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Chasing His Scarred Wife Back: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elodie's POV The house was dark.I stood outside my grandmother's gate, staring at the familiar building with a strange feeling settling in my chest. It was late, but she usually left the porch light on whenever she expected me. Even when she wasn't expecting me, she rarely went to bed without checking the gate twice and making sure the small light above the door was working. Tonight, there was nothing.I checked the neighborhood. Everyone's light seemed to be on, so it definitely wasn't a power issue.Without waiting to think, I hurried toward the front door."Grandma?" I called, knocking twice before trying the handle. The door was locked.A wave of uneasiness washed over me. I took out my phone and called her number. It rang until the call ended, leaving me listening to the silence around the house. "Please, Grandma. Pick up." I called again, but there was still no answer.My mind immediately began producing the worst possibilities. I imagined her lying somewhere inside, unable

His name appeared above a message asking where I was and when I intended to return home.For a moment, I simply stared at it. Then I locked the screen and slipped the phone back into my bag.Grandma watched me quietly but said nothing.I helped her put on her shoes, gathered her discharge papers, and waited while the nurse finished the final arrangements. Soon, we would be leaving the hospital together.For the first time in years, I wasn't rushing back to Kevin because he expected me to be there.I was going wherever I chose to go.And tonight, that meant taking my grandmother home.The nurse returned with Grandma's discharge papers just as I finished folding her cardigan. I listened as the doctor repeated the instructions: rest for a few days, take the prescribed medication, and return to the clinic if the dizziness came back. Grandma nodded as though she had never been seriously unwell, but I asked two questions before signing the final form."You would think I was being sent home

Elodie's POV "He's a fine young man.""He is.""And very thoughtful. He remembers you, and he remembers this old house.""We worked together. That was all.""I didn't say it was anything else." Her smile softened. "It's nice when someone remembers a part of your life you thought everyone had forgotten."I sat beside her, letting her words settle over me. I missed those days too, when theatre had been more than a painful memory. Grandma seemed to sense my thoughts because she squeezed my hand."You used to be so full of life when you talked about performing. I miss hearing those stories.""So do I," I admitted."Then perhaps it's time you stopped treating them as though they're buried forever."I looked at her, but she had already turned her attention to the television. She never forced me to confront something before I was ready, yet somehow, she always knew which words would stay with me long after she spoke them.As evening approached, I rose from the sofa and collected my handbag,

Elodie's POV After we ended the call, I remained by the dresser, feeling an unfamiliar lightness in my chest. It was a small invitation. Nothing more than an opportunity to watch a rehearsal and perhaps offer an opinion on a musical arrangement. Yet I found myself looking forward to it. I hadn't realised how much I missed talking about music until someone gave me a reason to do it again. I picked up my phone and read Adam's message once more. He had explained which parts of the arrangement were giving them trouble, but I hadn't paid much attention to the details during our call. I had been too surprised by the invitation itself. Now, I read the message carefully, trying to picture the scene he had described. The lead actor struggling to carry a transition, the ensemble coming in at the wrong moment, the director trying to figure out why the performance wasn't flowing as it should. I could almost hear the music in my head. My fingers hovered over the screen before I typed a qui

Elodie's POV By the time we arrived home, Kevin was already checking the time on his phone. He had barely stepped inside before a call from his office came through, and he answered while walking towards his study.I went upstairs to change, still thinking about the rehearsal. The director had been pleased with my suggestions, and Adam had seemed genuinely grateful for the help. I hadn't expected to enjoy myself as much as I did, especially after spending so long avoiding anything that reminded me of my old life.I was putting away my clothes when my phone rang.Adam."Have you recovered from listening to us butcher that arrangement?" he asked as soon as I answered.I laughed. "You weren't that bad.""That's generous of you. The director has already threatened to make us repeat the entire number tomorrow if we get it wrong again.""Then perhaps you should listen when she gives instructions.""You're beginning to sound like her.""Maybe she's right."He made a wounded noise. "I call y