All Chapters of Billionaire's Perfect Bride : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“You've been quiet all evening," I murmured as I walked out of Elena's bathroom. I leaned back against the wall and watched my wife. She was in nothing but a towel, seated in front of her vanity with a blank expression. She had been combing her hair for several minutes now when it rarely took her more than a few moments. I could pretty much guess what's going through her mind.She looked up at me through the mirror and forced a smile as she put her hairbrush down, but she made no move to come near me. Instead, her gaze traveled back to her face, and the way she stared at her reflection broke my heart.She and I had been existing in an environment that had been wholly supportive of our marriage. Everyone around us had acted like my past with Sarah was non-existent, and the fact that very few people ever even knew about Sarah and me made it much easier to live in our facade.I expected this trip to be hard, but this had exceeded my expectations in the worst way. I should have done more

I stared at myself in the mirror, taking in the smeared lipstick, my messy hair and clothes. I'd been so distraught watching Sarah follow him around the garden, and he turned my mood around just like that. He knew exactly what I needed without me even saying a word.I tried my hardest to fix my appearance, but no matter what I did, I still looked like I just had a quickie with my husband. I supposed it was the smile that I couldn't suppress.I was strangely giddy as I slipped out of the bathroom, but my mood dropped instantly when I found Sarah leaning against the wall. She looked at me with such hatred in her eyes that I found myself frozen in place."It wasn't enough that you stole him from me, huh? You just had to fuck him all night knowing I could hear you two." She waved her hand in my direction. “And now this? You just had to steal his attention away when we were finally having a civil conversation. What is it that you're trying to do? You just had to show me how much he wants y

I was reluctant as I walked over to Ford's house. If the boys hadn't warned me that they'd throw me out of our poker club if I didn't show, I'd have stayed home with my lovely wife.We usually met once a month to play poker and catch up, but I had been skipping it ever since I got married to Elena. It was odd how hard I found it to leave her for even just a single night. I wanted to be around her every second of every day, and even then, it wasn't enough.I bit down on my lip, wondering if I should just lose tonight so I could go back home to my wife as soon as possible. I suspect they'd see straight through me, and I'd never hear the end of it.I paused halfway toward Ford's front door and frowned at the figure darting through the trees."The fuck are you doing, Phillip?"I watched him as he glanced around before jogging my way."Can't be too careful," he said, smiling. "I'm fucking dead if your cousin sister catches me here. She's been extra strange lately. Best not to provoke her."

I looked up when Sarah walked into our kitchen, dark circles underneath her eyes. I stared at her in disbelief. Was she truly carrying my child? She was so adamant that we wouldn't have children for at least a couple more years, so how could this have happened? When did this happen? In the weeks leading up to our wedding, all we did was argue. I couldn't even remember the last time I slept with her. It only could've been that one time that I got drunk shortly after I had Elena in my lap. I woke up with Sarah in my bed, when it was Elena I wanted.Sarah took a seat at the breakfast bar, and the smile on her face grated on me. There was something so smug about it, as though she felt like she'd won some sort of game. It wouldn't surprise me if that was exactly how it felt for her. All she enjoyed doing was play with people's lives."Where is Elena?"I gritted my teeth. I didn't like hearing my wife's name come out of her mouth. It raised every protective instinct in me and left me feelin

I couldn't stand it. I felt like a guest in my own home. Richard and I had put so much effort into redesigning this place, and for a while, that worked for us. It allowed us to feel like we got a fresh start. Yet now, everywhere I look, I saw Sarah.Within the span of just a few days, she'd invaded every aspect of the life that I'd tried to cut her out off. It was in her favorite mug laying in the sink, the new blanket on our sofa, and the countless baby magazines that were spread out through the house. It was almost as though she wanted to take every single opportunity she could get to remind me that she was having a child with my husband.I had barely spoken a word to her since she moved in, and much to my surprise, she hadn't tried to provoke me either. She'd stayed out of my way for the most part, shooting me sweetsmiles whenever our paths crossed.It just made me feel that much more awful. I wished she would lash out at me, so I could justify the hatred I felt toward her. The w