All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

NATHANIELI don't move a single muscle in the back of my armored SUV until my earpiece crackles with the confirmation I need: Betty is safely out of the beach house. I let out a slow, rigid breath.I couldn’t let her stay in that place for a second longer. Especially when I watched Fausto and his cartel muscle pull up to this location. It made the reality of the threat razor-sharp.I was dealing with a criminal, a murderer. And having the mother of my child breathing the same air as his men was no longer an option.I lock the screen of my iPad and lift my head, locking eyes with Pete and Alex, the two other elite Marines flanking my doors in the parking lot of The Pearl."The man I am meeting inside is highly dangerous," I state, my voice stripped of all emotion. "Keep the perimeter tight. Nobody goes in, and if things go south, nobody comes out. Understood?"They both nod firmly.I step out of the car, adjusting the cuffs of my bespoke suit, and my hand tightens around my iPad and my

NATHANIELA cold laugh escapes my chest. I step back, drag one of the heavy wooden dining chairs over, and plant it directly in front of him. I sit down, leaning forward so we are eye to eye."No. Fuck you," I snarl. The icy, corporate facade finally cracking, and letting the asshole completely off the leash. "You beat my cousin to the brink of death because he didn't want to be in business with you. You bought the house the mother of my child was working on so that you could make her an accomplice of your dirty business. You sent people to stalk my child…. Should I continue?I stare at the bleeding, pathetic cartel boss on the floor, and all I see is Betty. Her stubborn green eyes. Her fierce defiance. The intoxicating taste of her mouth in that goddam elevator. I see Rhys lying in that hospital, and I see Grace.I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste copper, locking all that in a vault so I can finish this execution."Another thing," I say, my voice dropping to a terrifying,

NATHANIELI swallow hard, the word boyfriend hanging in the cold air between us.A few days ago, I would have used that title as a shield. But tonight, the word just feels like ash in my mouth. It doesn't give me the satisfaction it used to. It just feels wrong."Okay, but..." I refuse to let go of his arm. "I need you to give me something. You have to tell me what actually hap…"Click. The heavy, unmistakable snap of a light switch echoes from the top of the grand staircase, and Nathaniel and I both freeze.I hear Nathaniel let out a low, dangerous growl under his breath. "Fuck." I drop his arm and look up.Harriette is standing at the top of the landing. She isn't in her nightgown. She wasn’t asleep. She is fully dressed, gripping her cane with white knuckles. I can feel the anger radiating off her frail frame is so absolute that it makes the temperature in the foyer drop."A word, Nathaniel," Harriette demands, her voice entirely stripped of emotion. It is the voice of a judge deliv

NATHANIELI am violently yanked from the dark by a blood-curdling scream. My heart immediately hammers against my ribs in a frantic, defensive rhythm. I jolt upright in the stiff plastic chair, my heavy boots scraping against the floor as I try to make sense of my surroundings.A pair of paramedics bursts through the sliding glass doors of the ER, shouting a rapid-fire string of medical codes. They are pushing a gurney holding a man covered in blood, his clothes shredded, screaming in absolute agony as they rush him down the pristine white hallway.I press the heels of my hands into my eyes, rubbing the gritty, burning exhaustion out of them as the sterile smell of the hospital crashes back over me.Everything comes rushing back in a suffocating wave. The study. The confrontation. The sickening thud of Harriette’s cane hitting the floorboards. The ambulance.I drop my hands, letting out a ragged breath. I hadn't even realized I fell asleep. One minute I was staring at the wall, listen

BETTYWe haven't truly spoken since our heavy conversation the other day. He explained his side of the story, but if I am being entirely honest with myself... I feel distant from him. Like, there is a pane of glass between us, and I don't know how to break it.He takes a step forward, closing the distance, and reaches out, his good hand coming to rest gently on my shoulder.I stiffen.It is an involuntary reaction, something that has never happened between us before, but my body just entirely locks up and he notices. The warmth drops from his eyes, and he pulls his hand back, taking a slow step away."How is Harriette?" he asks, his voice quieter now.I fold my lips into a thin line and nod once. "She's in surgery. An emergency bypass for a blocked artery."Rhys takes another step back, running his good hand through his hair, as a heavy, jagged breath leaving his chest. He stares at the floor for a long second before looking back up at me with pure, unfiltered guilt and regret flicker