Semua Bab Mr. Billionaire Wants His Dying Wife Back: Bab 1 - Bab 4

A TWIST IN TIME ISABEL "Isa..." Before Drake could say anything, I raised my hand to shut him up. Seven years. My heart ached with the weight of those years. Seven years of longing, of disappointment, of silent vows broken in the dark. And now, the doctor had said he made another woman pregnant. “You already had your heir. You just didn’t want mine.” My voice broke slightly, a sob threatening to come forth. The humiliation clung to me like a wet rag. I couldn't stand any further embarrassment in the hospital. I had to hear it from his own mouth first but certainly not here. "You'd better meet me at home today, Drake..." I gave him a warning glare. "Yes..." He responded, his voice hoarse, his expression unreadable. I turned on my heel and stepped out into the air. I didn't say a word to the driver as I entered the car, and the vehicle soon drove into the Blackwood mansion. My vision blurred as I stepped out of the car. The mansion gates seemed to sway before my eyes. I rea

A CHANGE TOO HUGE TO BE IGNORED… DRAKE “All I wanted was to carry a child, our child…” Isabella's voice echoed in my mind as my eyes were glued to her physique in front of me. The morning sun shone across the marble floors, but the warmth died before it reached the breakfast table. I sat at the head, adjusting my cufflinks, feeling the suffocating weight of the silence. Across from me, Isabella sat with her back perfectly straight. Her expression was indescribable—no anger, no tears, just a chilling, blank indifference. There was something else too… something I couldn’t quite figure out. She looked… thinner. Paler. I wondered if she was still using her pills. Then there was Emily, she was already making herself at home, draped in a robe that cost more than most people’s cars, her presence a loud stain on the quiet of our home. Emily snapped her fingers at a passing maid, the sound sharp and startling. “This tea is lukewarm,” Emily snapped, pushing the fine china away with a