All Chapters of One Weekend with the Billionaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

A day passed, but it didn’t feel like time was moving forward. It felt like I was stuck inside something thick and slow, like I was floating just slightly above my own body, watching everything happen without really feeling like I belonged to it anymore. The hospital room had become familiar in a way I didn’t like. The soft beeping of machines. The faint smell of antiseptic that clung to my skin and hair. The way nurses moved quietly in and out like I was something fragile they were afraid to disturb. But I wasn’t fragile. I just… felt empty. It wasn’t the kind of emptiness that comes from being tired. Something deeper. Something missing. Something I didn’t want to name again because the moment I did, it became real all over again. I kept my eyes on the ceiling most of the morning. Liam was there, like he had been every second since I woke up. He didn’t leave. Not once. Even when his parents told him to finally get some rest, he still refused to leave m

Daisy’s POV Two months. That was what everyone kept saying, like time alone could stitch a person back together. Two months of breathing, eating, sleeping in a house that felt too big when Liam wasn’t beside me and too small when he was. Two months of pretending I understood how to exist in a world that kept moving even after mine had stopped. People heal, they said. They never said what to do when healing felt like remembering in reverse. I stood in front of the mirror longer than I needed to that morning, fingers gripping the edge of the sink like it might steady the parts of me that still didn’t feel fully attached. My reflection looked like me, but not quite. A little paler. A little quieter. Like something inside had dimmed, and no one had found the switch yet. Behind me, the bedroom door opened. I didn’t turn immediately. I already knew it was him. Liam always moved like the room belonged to him even when he tried not to. Controlled steps. Quiet presence. The kind of si

Daisy's POV Time has a strange way of moving. When you're hurting, every day feels endless. When you're healing, months disappear before you realize they've passed. Before I knew it, summer had faded into rainy afternoons, and rainy afternoons had given way to cooler evenings. Almost eight months had passed since I returned to work. Eight months of rebuilding. Eight months of learning how to live again. Eight months of choosing each other every single day. Life never returned to what it had been before. I don't think it ever could. But somewhere along the way, Liam and I stopped trying to get our old life back. Instead, we built a new one. And surprisingly... it was beautiful My mornings always started the same way. With Liam. No matter how late he worked. No matter how many meetings waited for him. No matter how busy our schedules became. He always woke up before me. Always. Sometimes I'd open my eyes and find him already dressed for work, sitting on the edge of

Dear Readers, As I sit here writing this final note, I find myself feeling a mixture of emotions that are difficult to put into words. Happiness, gratitude, nostalgia, and even a little sadness because after spending so much time with these characters, it is finally time to say goodbye. When I first started writing this story, I never imagined how far it would go. What began as a simple idea slowly grew into a journey filled with love, heartbreak, healing, forgiveness, and hope. Chapter after chapter, scene after scene, these characters became more than just names on a page. They became people whose joys and sorrows I carried with me every day. But more importantly, this story would never have reached its ending without all of you. From the very first chapter to the final page, you stayed. You laughed with the characters. You cried with them. You celebrated their victories. You felt their pain. You became part of their journey. And for that, I am deeply grateful.