Todos los capítulos de Discarded By My Husband, Claimed By The Billionaire.: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Jemma's POV.-Anna’s back disappears into the crowd of uniforms at the school gate, and the second she’s gone, I hit the gas and swerve the car toward the hospital - racing the pain that’s been building since I dropped her off.It started after three sips of my morning tea, right as I was trying to coax two more spoonfuls of porridge into Jessica. She’d laughed at something, flinging a spoonful onto my blouse, and I’d laughed too, right up until the first cramp hit and stole the sound clean out of my throat.Julian isn’t picking up.By the time I cut the engine, a wave of dizziness slams into me from behind, hard enough that my forehead connects with the steering wheel and the horn blares into the parking lot.“Ow-” I hiss, pulling back with my fingers pressing hard against my temple like I can push the throbbing out through my skin.Getting out of the car costs me everything I have left. With one arm braced across my stomach, and wincing with every step, I drag myself toward the entr

Jemma's POV.-“I wanted to.” A pause folllows, her voice soft enough that I almost miss it. “Is that not allowed anymore?”I stop where I am, one hand on the railing, and neither of them notices me standing there in the dark.I don't remember climbing the rest of the stairs. By the time I reach the top, both voices have gone quiet, and when I pass the landing, Lauren is already heading towards the guestroom she uses whenever she comes by, humming something under her breath like nothing happened at all.Julian catches my eye and smiles - easy, unbothered, the same smile that still gets to me.“Hey. You good?”“Yeah, I'm good.”I don't ask what "five minutes" was supposed to mean, or why it needed saying quietly enough that neither of them thought anyone else was listening. The thought threatens to stay, nudging that sinking feeling I’ve been contending since this morning. So I force a smile to back my response until he’s convinced.“Let’s get back to work,” I say aloud once he’s gone,

Jemma's POV.-I don’t turn around - I’m too busy calculating how many hours of work a six-hour cut would cost us - but I hear slow, unhurried footsteps crossing the floor.“Sir, the schedule-” the man stammers, all his earlier confidence gone.“The lady was talking,” the voice says, smooth and sure, with a kind of authority that doesn’t invite arguing. “And from where I’m standing, her plan is solid and makes a lot more sense than whatever rushed mess your team was planning to throw together at midnight. Leave them their time. Move our setup to the east wing.”A murmur of agreement passes through the group.I blink, caught off-guard by this unexpected help, and catch only a glimpse of a dark suit jacket disappearing through the door - and, for a second, the flash of a heavy ring catching the light as his hand leaves the doorframe. He doesn’t wait to be thanked, and I don’t chase after him. I still have flowers to fix and a wedding to pull off.I let out a breath and turn back to Chlo

Jemma's POV.-When I come to, the first thing I register is the throb at the back of my skull - I must have fainted. I blink twice before scrambling upright, and there it is, a few feet away: the envelope, lying open on the floor.It sits there, indifferent to the damage it’s already done. My hands shake as I crawl toward it and snatch it up, reading the names over and over like repetition might change them.Nothing changes. It’s still my husband’s name beside my sister’s - on invitations I designed myself.A sob tears out of me. The card slips from my fingers as I double over, gasping through each ragged breath, tears blurring everything.That’s when my phone rings. It's Ymir.I answer without thinking.“Em, I can’t believe I freaking overslept when I’m supposed to be there with you! Jay thinks he can still make it to the reception-! Em? Hey, are you there?”I end the call, pick up my phone and clutch - my mind has gone somewhere past thought entirely. I step out of the house, flag d

Jemma's POV.-By the time I surface again, wrenched back by someone’s hands, Ymir is in front of me, her freckled face streaked with tears, her pale brown eyes red-rimmed and swelling.“I’m so sorry!”She pulls me into her arms, sobbing harder than I am, while I stare past her shoulder at the treetops, catching faint glimpses of a fading afternoon sky. I don’t know how long we stay like that. By the time we’re walking out of the hall - Ymir and Chloe holding me up between them - the sun is long gone and the air has turned cold.“Thank you, Chloe. I’ve got her from here,” Ymir says, her voice carrying that familiar countryside lilt that pulls a small, involuntary twitch through my face.“Okay then.” Chloe still looks unwilling to leave, but nods and steps back. “Take care of her. I'll call you.”Ymir guides me into the back of a car, and someone else slides into the driver’s seat.“What a spectacle,” the person mutters. “Can’t believe families like that actually exist.”“Just shut up