《THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption》全部章節：第 211 章 - 第 219 章

BETTYAnything else? I tap my fingers anxiously against the marble island in the center of the closet. It could get cold. I crouch down and pull one of his heavy, oversized black hoodies from the bottom shelf, stuffing it into the duffel bag.That should be it. I grab the handles of the bag, but right as I turn toward the door, a sudden realization stops me dead in my tracks.Underwear.I let out a heavy, exasperated sigh, letting my head drop back. I have to go into Nathaniel Blackwell’s underwear drawer.What exactly has my life become?I turn back around, staring down the sleek rows of built-in drawers beneath the marble island. I pull the top one open. It is entirely packed with designer sunglasses, all subtly engraved with the letters N.B. I roll my eyes and push it shut.The second drawer. Watches. A terrifying fortune of Rolexes and vintage Patek Philippes resting on velvet cushions. I shut it immediately.The third drawer. Boxers, perfectly color-coordinated next to neat stack

NATHANIELThe hospital administration had flatly refused my demand to rent out the entire floor as I had done in New York, but after a sizable "donation" to the ward, they had at least provided me with a private, secure on-call room to clean up in.It is a small, confined space, but meticulously clean.I drop the duffel bag onto the small cot, walk straight to the sink, and I turn the faucet on full blast, splashing freezing-cold water over my face, letting it soak into my messy hair.The icy shock does absolutely nothing to ease the twisting, agonizing fear in my gut regarding Harriette, but at least the heavy, dark bags under my eyes look marginally less pronounced in the mirror.There is a tiny shower stall in the corner. I stare at it. It is entirely too cramped and practical for my tastes, but looking down at my rumpled clothes from yesterday, I don't care. I strip them down and step under the spray.There is no hot water, exactly as I expected, but I have never needed a cold show

NATHANIEL I am left standing in the waiting room staring at the exact spot where Betty was standing seconds ago. My arms are still half-raised, my fingers curled inward, grasping at absolutely nothing but cold air. The ghost of her warmth is still radiating against my chest. The scent of her, even csomething soft and inherently her that cuts straight through the antiseptic smell of the hospital—is still clinging to my shirt. I can’t believe she ran. Again. Just like she did on that damn elevator. She looked up at me, her chest heaving, her beautiful green eyes completely blown wide with a panic so absolute it mirrored my own, and she bolted. A nurse pushes a cart past me, giving me a wide, cautious berth. I ignore her, my jaw clenching so hard f teeth grind together. I didn't try to stop Betty. I couldn't. Because for those three suspended seconds before she pulled away, I felt it. I felt the exact moment her walls crumbled. I felt her melt against me, her hands gripping my shir

BETTYMy eyes narrow into sharp slits. I shake my head, a bitter, humorless laugh escaping me. "What do you mean you don't know? It is your flash drive, isn't it? My question is, what the hell are those pictures? And why do you have them?"He swallows again, lifting a heavy hand to run his fingers anxiously through his dark hair."It is my flash drive, yes. But I didn't have those photos until recently, Betty." He drags his tongue across his bottom lip, his eyes locking onto mine with a desperate intensity. "A friend of mine who was at the bachelor party sent them to my phone. He sent them the night Amanda hosted that coming-out party at the estate."My chest violently tightens. I yank myself backward, putting distance between us.I was right. It was a game. Amanda was busy announcing their grand engagement to the world, and his billionaire friends were sending him pictures of the waitress he had conquered as a joke.Nathaniel sees the realization wash over my face, and he jolts forwa

BETTYI begin to pace frantically in front of the headstone, my chest tight and burning, feeling like a trapped animal."You don't have to believe me right now," Nathaniel says, his voice dropping into a low, steady vow that cuts through the hot air. "But I am going to spend the rest of my miserable life proving to you that I do actually love you. And when I realized it doesn't matter. It just matters that I did." He pauses, a devastating crack fracturing his voice. "Even if I realized it too late."I stop pacing, and I turn to him, my chest heaving."Yes. You did." I slowly turn my head, looking down at the cold granite of my mother's grave before lifting a trembling finger and pointing directly at the stone."Do you know what the girl who stood here less than a year ago would have done for you?" I whisper, the anger finally giving way to a crushing, hollow grief. “She would have given up her entire soul to hear you say those words. She prayed for it. Begged God for it."The dam insi