All Chapters of Choosing My Billionaire Husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Cassie: Kayden had left me once again, broken and having lost something dear to me. Last time it was my unborn child, and now it was the trust I had in my husband. I hated how he could easily do that to me. I hated how easily he could get away with it. Davis looked worse for wear. His entire face was bloody and the parts of his face which weren't swollen yet would swell up pretty soon and get bruised if nothing was done as soon as possible. He winced by the ground, his hands hanging loosely at his sides, in pain but unable to free himself from it. I waited for the feeling of compassion to come but it didn't. I just kept watching him with no hint of pity on my face and at a loss for what to do or say. All I could think of were the accusations Kayden leveled at him. I found it difficult but not impossible to connect the man shaking in front of me to the cold heartless man Kayden had described. While I remained unmoved by the sight of my grieving husband, I suddenly felt a wave of g

Davis opened his lips to say something, but no words came out. I rubbed his head and shushed him, begging him not to speak or cause himself any more pain. He whimpered against me, trying to tell me something, but I only hugged him and let him know I was no longer mad at him. Finally believing me, he allowed himself to relax in my bosom. The doctor watched us with interest from the side of the door and his unwavering stare soon became uncomfortable. At first, his concern for us had been welcome, but now it only made me feel uneasy. After everything I had gone through at the hands of all the people around me, no one could blame me for being unable to trust anyone. He caught me staring back and smiled, before walking up to us. “If you're not comfortable here, I can refer him to a better ward, since his case is no longer an emergency.” I agreed, hoping the new ward would give us some privacy both from the doctor and the chaotic confusion going on around us. It ended up being just as go

"So tell me everything about Michigan!" Gloria squealed and placed her hands under her chin, giving me all her attention once again. I told her everything except my meeting with Kayden and his involvement in my husband's injury. "So how did the master convince you to come back to him? I wish I could have been there to witness it all." I was very tempted to tell her everything because she was just that easy to talk to, but I had to be really careful. Not only were the circumstances something I wanted to keep stashed away from my memory forever, but I wasn't ready to spill yet. So, I stuck to telling her the good sides and cutting out everything that could potentially make my story painful. "That's so beautiful," she said. "I just feel bad because you had to suffer so much at first. You cut off communication from everyone. The master and your father and even the guards were so worried." "Yeah," I muttered when something she said caught my attention. "What makes you think I had to su

It was the third day since I returned to California, and Gloria was teaching me how to prepare her chicken soup recipe. To say I was confused would be an understatement. No matter how many times she showed me how to do it, I always ended up messing something up. I saw the frustration she masked behind a tight smile as she encouraged me, knowing if we could exchange places she would have cursed me out.It had been three days since my return here and I had not stepped out of the house ever since. Somehow, I didn't notice. I wasn't a social butterfly, so apart from work and a few other necessary tasks I had to do in the past, I rarely ever had any reason to step out of the house in the first place. IThe solace being in the house brought was great, enjoyable even. I was never bored for a second because I had convinced Davis to remain with me for at least a whole week so he could fully recover before going back to work and he had reluctantly agreed. I spent almost every waking moment wit

At that moment, I was filled with so much hatred for my mother, for what she had done to the man she had vowed to spend forever with. How selfish could she be? “It'll be okay,” I told him, awkwardly reaching out to pat his shaking back but backing out at the last second. I didn't have that kind of relationship with my dad, unfortunately. He kept his head turned down for several more minutes and I waited for him to cry it out. I was mad at my mother for leaving my father, but I was also disappointed in her for leaving me as well. Something this life-changing had happened and she never bothered to reach out to me, even if it happened to be by text message. “It hasn't been, but I believe you,” he said finally, raising his head and giving me a weak smile. Apart from his red-tinted eyes, there were no other signs he had been crying. “Let's discuss something nicer,” he said, tapping the chair and sitting up straight. “How does it feel to be back?” “Great,” I replied honestly. “It’s gre