All Chapters of Billionaire's Abused Wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“I've got Ricky's and my food here. It's great you're here. You eat with him, and I'll head back home to have lunch with your uncle," Natalie suggested warmly.Natalie approached Yohan and gently rested her hand on his forehead. Their eyes met, and Yohan's voice broke the silence, "I heard everything."Tears glistened in Natalie's eyes, her smile bittersweet. "It's been a while since you spoke! Just hurry up and recover so I can bicker with you again."Sara's lips curved into a fond smile at the exchange.Natalie left the room, leaving Sara and Yohan.Sara carefully served the meal for Yohan, feeling his gaze on her the whole time. She knew it was his favourite pastime, just watching her.Without a word, they shared the meal. Sara helped him eat. Once they finished, she arranged the blanket around him, her eyes seeking his permission to depart."Time to get some rest," Sara softly advised.Yohan's grip on her wrist tighte

A mixture of anger, frustration, and sadness surged within her. "Well then, die."Sara ended the call abruptly. She blocked his number once more.Unbeknownst to Sara, the weight of her few words would bear heavy consequences on Yohan, who was grappling with the turmoil of bipolar disorder.As the call ended, a chilling silence enveloped Yohan's surroundings. The weight of Sara's words hung heavily in the air, echoing in his mind. The space around him felt suffocating, and the desperation to escape from the pain became overwhelming. His gaze wandered restlessly around the room. Then, a glint caught his attention – the gleam of a fruit knife nestled amidst a basket of fruits on the table. The knife seemed to beckon to him, a dark temptation that held a dangerous allure. With unsteady steps, Yohan moved towards the table. His palms were clammy, and he wiped his damp face with the back of his trembling hand. The weight of his anguish pressed down on him, each

Inside the master bedroom, Sara Owen gently arranged the blanket around Yohan's form. He was in slumber.A soft sound signalled someone's entrance into the room. Turning around, she met Kevin's red-rimmed eyes. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and his intense gaze was fixed on Yohan's sleeping figure. Slowly, he approached, his eyes still clouded with shadows. His attention shifted to Yohan's bandaged wrist."How is he?" he inquired quietly."It took a lot to make him sleep after giving him the medicines," Sara replied."Let's go," Kevin stated, his grip on her wrist urging her to follow him. Sara offered no resistance; her place was beside her husband.The journey home was shrouded in silence, an unspoken understanding hanging in the air.Upon arriving home, Kevin stepped out of the car and strode straight to the villa, his determined pace leaving Sara watching his retreating figure. As she entered the bedroom, she found Kevin standi

After Tom had finished dressing Yohan's wounds, he provided instructions, "These wounds will heal in a few days. Just take it easy, no strenuous activities. And don't forget your medicines."Sara assisted Yohan in taking his medicines, and then Tom turned to her, "Will you be around to look after him?"Sara nodded, "Yes, I'll be here.""That's good. He'll recover faster with someone taking care of him. I'll be back in the evening.""Thank you.”As soon as the nurse left, Yohan's gaze shifted to Sara.Tucking the blanket around him, Sara turned to leave, but he caught her wrist gently. She glanced at her wrist and then sat beside him."You need rest," she urged.Yohan's grip on her wrist remained firm, "I need you here."She sighed, "Yohan, I have work. I promise, I'll be back in the evening."He shook his head.She continued, "I have to go to the office. I promise I'll come back in lunchtime."

"That's why I want to remain perpetually drunk. A chain smoker, rude and dangerous enough to send nature quaking with my anger.""You're good, Kevin. Why would you want to turn bad?""Because then maybe you could love me," he stated, his gaze locking onto hers. Sara felt herself freeze."If I became like Ricky, would you love me?"He grinned, then moved to lay on the bed. Staring at the chandelier, his face grew pale. Sara joined him, sitting at the edge of the bed, and he looked at her."I'm sorry, Sara. I can't be bad. I won't torment you like Ricky did, even if you don't return my love."Sara gripped his palm, lost for words.“Kevin…”Kevin shut his eyes."Today, I had sex with you without knowing your consent," he confessed, his voice weighed down by regret. "I couldn't bear the thought of you doing it with Ricky after our marriage, hidden from me. I'm not putting blame on you. Love can blur the li