All Chapters of He's Not a Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

It all seemed to be happening so fast. Just recently, they had returned home, and Kristen discovered that her divorce from Marcus wasn’t finalized after all. And now, here he was, suddenly appearing in her life again. Kristen wasn’t sure how to react to her current situation. It felt as though fate was playing tricks on her yet again.As Kristen stared directly at her ex-husband, Daniel subtly observed her reaction from the side. At first, he couldn’t quite decipher the emotions she was showing. But as time passed, he started to realize that perhaps, even now, she hadn’t completely let go of her feelings for Marcus.“If you want, you can talk to him now and have him sign the papers,” Daniel suggested, breaking the silence and catching Kristen’s attention. “That is, if you’re comfortable enough to face him. But if not…”“I’m not uncomfortable around him anymore,” Kristen replied firmly, holding out her hand toward Daniel, a clear signal she wanted something. “Give me the papers, and I’

After the program ended, the dinner began, followed by the opening of the party. Kristen's parents decided to bring Nathan to their hotel room since he seemed drowsy. Fortunately, the entire hotel was rented out for the event, allowing all guests to use the rooms, especially those who had traveled far.This left Daniel and Kristen at the party. Daniel stepped out briefly to check on his car after noticing on the hidden camera he installed that a hooded figure with a covered face was loitering near it.Kristen waited quietly but couldn’t shake off her unease. Unable to hold back any longer, she decided to follow Daniel. However, before she could get far, a woman bumped into her—someone whose face seemed oddly familiar.“Isn’t she one of Marcus’s companions?” Kristen thought to herself.“Shit! My dress is ruined. This is your fault! Watch where you’re going!” the woman snapped irritably, brushing at the stain on her clothes.Kristen’s ears burned at the accusation. She couldn’t stop her

The ride home was quiet, with Daniel still behind the wheel. Kristen's father sat in the front seat while her mother sat beside her, holding Nathan, who had fallen asleep between them.Kristen's gaze shifted between two things: the road outside and her son's angelic face. Every time her eyes landed on Nathan, a pang of guilt tugged at her heart.Guilt for keeping him away from his father.Nathan was still too young to ask questions or express curiosity about his dad, but Kristen knew that day would inevitably come. And when it did, she would have no choice but to be honest with him.For now, though, she wanted to savor the moments when he was all hers. She wasn’t used to being away from him for long periods, and didn’t want to start now.When they arrived home, Daniel carefully carried the sleeping Nathan to Kristen’s room. Meanwhile, Kristen stayed in the living room with her parents. Her father, exhausted, excused himself to retire upstairs. Her mother, however, remained seated, her

"Is he your son?"That was the last thing Marcus said before stepping closer to them. Daniel, on the other hand, was immediately on alert, noticing how Kristen froze in place, her gaze glued to Marcus as he approached. But Marcus didn't come too close.He chose to keep a distance, not wanting to cause a scene, even though every fiber of his being was screaming to let loose. Why? Because, for reasons he couldn't quite understand, anger flared up in him once more. His mind replayed the visit from Dylan, his detective friend, over and over again.When Kristen had left, Marcus received a message from an unknown sender. The message claimed that Kristen had been involved with another man during the time they were apart. It accused her of aborting their child long ago because she didn’t love him and leaving him to be with someone else.At first, Marcus didn’t believe it. But for reasons he couldn’t explain, his friend Dylan had come up with the same information before suddenly disappearing.

KRISTEN'S POVOverthinking has a way of draining every ounce of energy from your body. It’s been two days, and my mind has been consumed with one question: why is Dad so fixated on buying back our old gallery out of all the properties he could invest in?I stood by the sliding door overlooking the garden, watching Nathan play by himself. My thoughts were a whirlwind until Mom walked by. At first, I hesitated to call her, unsure if this was the right moment. But my intrusive thoughts won.“Mom, can we talk?” I asked, my voice hesitant but firm.She smiled warmly at me. “Of course, dear. What’s on your mind? Is this about Nathan’s father?”I sighed internally. Of course, she’d jump to that conclusion. But no, this wasn’t about Marcus. Not this time. I was too preoccupied with trying to understand Dad’s actions.“No, it’s not about him,” I clarified. “It’s... about something else. Actually, someone else. Is Dad here, by the way?”Mom’s brows furrowed in confusion as she shook her head. “H