All Chapters of Married To My Billionaire Nemesis: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

HAYDEN I stand outside the bathroom door, my fist hovering, my heart hammering against my ribs.The notifications started the second I woke up properly, including a few "concerned" messages from board members. All screaming the same thing: 'Hayden Wolfe caught cheating.'My people are already on damage control. But right now, none of that matters.Eden has been in the shower for almost forty minutes. The water is still running. She hasn't answered me once."Baby?" I call softly, pressing my forehead against the door. "Please talk to me."I'm greeted by the steady hiss of water.I close my eyes, guilt eating me alive. I don't remember what happened with Savannah. But the photos exist. The story is everywhere. And Eden, my strong, beautiful wife who has held me through every nightmare, is breaking down on the other side of this door."Eden... please come out. Let me see you."She still doesn't respond.I can't take it anymore. I strip off my shirt and sweatpants, folding them in a

EDEN The sitting room is warm and filled with soft laughter. Grandma is sitting in her favorite armchair, smiling as Nora toddles around the coffee table with a half-eaten cookie clutched in her tiny fist. Clara sits beside her on the couch, gently guiding Nora when she gets too close to the table's sharp corner. "Careful, little miss," Clara says with a soft laugh as Nora tries to climb onto the couch with her sticky hands. "You're going to leave chocolate fingerprints everywhere." Nora giggles, clearly proud of herself, and reaches for Grandma instead. Grandma opens her arms without hesitation, pulling Nora into her lap and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. A fuzzy feeling swells inside me as I watch them. My phone vibrates on the side table. I glance at it absently, expecting a message from Ava or one of the boutique staff. Instead, the notification shows an unknown number. There's a single photo attached to the message. My stomach plummets even before I open it.

EDEN I finish cleaning the floor in silence. Hayden hasn't moved from where he collapsed. He's sitting with his back against the side of the bed, knees drawn up, forehead resting on his arms. His breathing is still uneven.I wash my hands and come back out. Without saying anything, I lower myself onto the floor beside him and gently pull him towards me. He doesn't resist. He lets me guide his head down until it rests in my lap.The moment his cheek touches my thigh, he exhales shakily.I start stroking his hair slowly, my fingers moving through the damp strands. Then I gently scratch his scalp the way I know sometimes helps when his headaches get bad. His body is still tense, but after a minute, I feel him melt a little against me.For a while, we stay like that. The only sounds in the room are his uneven breathing and the soft scrape of my nails against his scalp.Then he speaks, his voice shaky."I went to the club tonight."My hand pauses for a second before continuing."I

EDEN "I didn't do it alone," he says, his voice low. "I had help from the detective and a few people I've been quietly working with. We've been tracking movements, communications, and financial trails for a while. The three members I went after that night... they were the weakest links. One of them cracked under pressure. Once she started talking, the others followed."He pauses, then adds, "Savannah was easier than I expected. She was already scared. I just gave her a reason to be more scared of me than of The Pack."I stare at him.There's no pride in his voice. No satisfaction either. Just a flat, tired kind of honesty. Like he's reciting facts.I search his face, trying to find the man I know underneath the exhaustion and the lingering emptiness in his eyes."You make it sound simple," I say."It wasn't." His jaw tightens slightly. "But I needed it done."I nod slowly, letting his words settle. Part of me is relieved. Grateful, even. The arrests mean we're one step closer t

HAYDEN The words won't leave me alone. They loop endlessly, bleeding into each other until I can't tell where one article ends and another begins. Billionaire Hayden Wolfe's mistress found dead. Sources close to Savannah Hilton claim she was pressured into changing her story. Did Hayden Wolfe force a false confession? A pattern of violence? Questions remain regarding Wolfe's troubled past. Some experts suggest Savannah may have taken her own life after being intimidated. Others believe the billionaire himself may have been involved. I stare at the carpet. The letters drift across my vision even though there isn't a screen in front of me anymore. Cheater. Predator. Abuser. Murderer. The words repeat until they stop sounding like accusations and start sounding like facts. Maybe if enough people say something, it becomes true. Maybe that's how this works. "Hayden." Dr. Ellis's voice slips through the noise. I blink slowly, the office gradually coming back into focus.