Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Runaway Wife: Bab 21 - Bab 29

Helen barely slept after that midnight message. The blurry photo of her building entrance kept flashing behind her eyelids every time she tried to close her eyes.She tossed and turned in the narrow bed, sheets twisted around her legs, one hand resting protectively over her stomach.Sixteen weeks. The baby was moving more these days, little flutters that sometimes felt like gentle reminders that she wasn't alone in this mess.The rain outside hadn't stopped. It drummed steadily against the window, the sound no longer soothing.It felt like the sky itself was trying to warn her that things were only going to get worse.When weak grey morning light finally slipped through the blinds, Helen gave up on sleep.She sat up slowly, her dark hair falling messily around her shoulders, and pressed both hands over the small swell of her belly.The baby gave a soft kick in response, almost like it knew she needed the comfort.Alexander was already up. She could hear him moving quietly in the kitch

The leaked pieces of the marriage contract spread like wildfire across the internet.Helen woke up to her phone buzzing nonstop on the nightstand. She stared at the screen for a long moment before picking it up, her warm brown eyes heavy with exhaustion.Headlines screamed about the “arranged marriage,” “runaway bride,” and “billionaire’s hidden heir.” Some articles even dug up old photos from her life in New York, mixing them with new shots from Boston.She felt exposed. Raw.Like every careful wall she had built over three years was being torn down piece by piece.The baby kicked harder than usual, almost as if it could sense her anxiety. Helen pressed both hands over her stomach and took a slow breath.Alexander was already up, standing in the kitchen talking quietly on the phone. His broad shoulders were tense, dark hair messy.Evelyn was making strong herbal tea, moving around the small space with sharp, angry energy.“This is getting out of hand,” Evelyn muttered as she set a mu

The video played on loop in Helen’s mind as weak morning light filtered into the apartment. Victoria’s elegant voice, so calm and calculated, talking about making her “see reason.” Like Helen was a problem to be managed, not the mother of her grandchild.She sat at the tiny kitchen table, herbal tea going cold in front of her. Gerald’s leaves drooped slightly again, as if even the plant could feel the weight pressing down. Sixteen weeks felt both too early and too late for all of this.Alexander paced near the window, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low, controlled, but she caught the edge in it.“Mother, we need to talk. Now. No more games.”He listened for a moment, jaw tight, then ended the call without another word.Evelyn made breakfast with sharp movements, eggs scrambling in the pan like she wished she could scramble Victoria instead.“That woman has ice in her veins. Using her own son’s family like this? Disgusting.”Julian arrived with fresh updates, looking more exha

Helen woke up to the sound of rain still falling outside. It had become background noise these days, constant and unrelenting, like everything else in their lives. She lay there for a minute, hand on her stomach, feeling the baby shift around. Sixteen weeks now, and the movements were getting stronger. It was the one thing that still felt purely hers, even with the whole world watching.The apartment was quiet except for the soft clink of mugs in the kitchen. Alexander was already up. She could hear him moving around, his footsteps familiar on the creaky wooden floor. Evelyn was probably still asleep on the couch, exhausted from everything that had been happening.Helen got up slowly, pulled on an oversized sweater that still hid most of her bump, and walked out. Alexander turned when he heard her. His dark hair was messy, shadows under his eyes, but he gave her a small, tired smile and handed her a warm mug of herbal tea without being asked. The chamomile scent rose up, familiar and

The photo of someone watching their building stayed burned in Helen’s mind long after she saw it. She couldn’t stop thinking about the shadow near the entrance, the way the picture was taken at night, like someone had been standing there for a while. It made her skin crawl. This wasn’t just about old emails or business deals anymore. This felt personal.She barely slept after that. Even with Alexander’s arm around her, the narrow bed felt too small, the apartment too quiet except for the rain tapping against the window. The baby was moving a lot too, like it could sense how tense she was. Sixteen weeks, and already this little one was reacting to everything happening around them.When weak grey morning light finally slipped through the blinds, Helen gave up on sleep. She sat up slowly, one hand on her stomach, trying to breathe through the anxiety. Alexander stirred beside her and pulled her back against his chest without a word. His hand covered hers on her belly, warm and steady. Th