Semua Bab Loathed Wife of the Wicked Billionaire: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The day of our flight to New York arrived. Our things are ready. Actually, last night we prepared the things we will bring. Last week, I let Athara say goodbye to the church where she served. I felt a pain for my wife because I could see the sadness in her eyes when she said goodbye to the church. She did come home with red eyes and they were even swollen. We are sitting on the sofa today while our son is in the stroller busy playing with his robot. My eyes wandered all over the interior of the house. This house has become a part of my being. Here I felt the feeling of truly having a wife and a family. "I will surely miss this place, Athara," I said to my wife. She smiled before leaning into me. She smiled and at the same time as she smiled tears fell from her eyes. She forced a laugh. She immediately removed the tears that I guessed would also fall and follow her first tears. "Theron, don't even talk about the house. You know that this has become our home. This is where I fel

Every step felt heavy, and every breath seemed to burn my lungs as I walked through the dimly lit hallway. The weight of Samantha's threats echoed inside my mind, clouding my ability to think straight. Images of her cold and vicious eyes haunted me, flashing at the corners of my consciousness like malevolent lightning bolts.The possibility that she could hurt my wife and our little man Athro smothered me with a relentless dread. I paced back and forth in our living room, a prisoner of the thoughts stirring within me. The ticking of the clock on the wall only added to my anxiety, reminding me that time was slipping through my fingers like sand. Yet I knew that calling the authorities would only provoke Samantha's venomous wrath – she'd left that much clear.My wife had noticed my agitation, and despite her own fears, she strove to provide comfort. "Love," she said softly as she caressed my clenched fist, "we'll get through this together."Her gentle voice cut through the fog in my min

As I woke up in the middle of the night, I was in a state of confusion and disorientation. My heart was racing as I tried to calm myself down and understand what had just happened. I then realized that it was just a dream, but the intensity of it left me shaken.In my dream, Samantha was chasing after our car, and it all ended in a terrible accident. The images were vivid and realistic, and I could picture Athro, our little man, being hurt badly. The dream was so real that I found myself crying, even though I knew that it was just a figment of my imagination.As I composed myself, I began to wonder if the dream was a sign of something. Was it my subconscious trying to tell me that something was wrong? Or was it just a random occurrence that held no meaning at all? The uncertainty of it left me restless, and I found it hard to go back to sleep.Eventually, I did fall back asleep, but the dream haunted me for days. It lingered in my mind, and I found myself constantly worrying about Ath

As the car rumbled down the highway towards Brookville, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had been gnawing at me since we left the city. I was sitting beside Theron in the front seat and looking out the window, but my mind was elsewhere.My thoughts were consumed with the turmoil that Samantha had brought into our lives. I couldn't believe how much damage one person could do. She had caused so much pain and chaos, and I didn't know if our family would ever fully recover from it."Theron, I'm tired of this all. I don't know when we'll be able to rest from Samantha's threats. I hope that I can predict the future so that I would be aware of what Samatha would do to us," I suddenly said.His hands crawled to look for mine. I stare at our hand that he united. I felt the warmth of his palm and it was like the heat from his flesh was slowly entering my flesh. A calm presence lingers down my spine because of the temperature of his palm."Love, if you keep on giving attention to that

As I ran through the hospital corridors, everything felt like a blur. My mind was consumed by the thoughts of Ameline - her smile, her laughter, her presence. I couldn't bear the thought of never being able to hear her voice or see her face again. It felt like a nightmare that I couldn't escape from. When I finally reached the room where Ameline's corpse was kept, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The person lying on the hospital bed didn't look like her at all. Her skin was pale, her face was distorted, and her body was still. She didn't look like the vibrant Ameline that I knew. Tears started streaming down my face as I knelt beside her bed, clutching her lifeless hand. My mind started to replay the moments we spent together - the memories flooded in like a tidal wave. Her laughter, her jokes, her warm embrace - everything felt so fresh and alive. It was hard to believe that she was gone, that she would never be coming back. "Ameline, why did this suddenly happen? Why did you