All Chapters of Revenge of the Heart: My Ex's Billionaire Uncle's New Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MegraThe sharp, strong smell of smoke wakes me up. My eyes are still closed, and I am still so sleepy. I reach out for Nathaniel, but my hand only finds cold sheets. Panic bubbles up as I force myself out of bed, my mind racing. Where is he? What the hell is happening?I stumble out of the bedroom, the smoke getting thicker with every step. My heart pounds as I rush towards the kitchen. There, amidst the haze, I see Nathaniel frantically waving a dish towel at the smoke detector, trying to clear the air.“What the fuck are you doing?” I shout, my voice a mix of fear and disbelief. “Are you trying to burn down my home?”Nathaniel looks over at me, his face a mix of embarrassment and amusement. “I was just trying to make you breakfast,” he says, laughing. “I didn’t realize how hard it actually is.”Despite the chaos, I can’t help but laugh. It’s a sound that’s part relief and part happiness. I rush to open the doors and windows, letting the cool morning air in to chase away the smoke.“

NathanielThe drive back to San Francisco feels endless. My heart is heavy, and my mind is a whirlwind of regret and confusion. Megra's words echo in my ears, as does the pain in her voice when she told me to leave. The image of her face, twisted with hurt, is burned into my memory. I grip the steering wheel tighter, replaying the scene over and over.Anna's announcement hit like a bomb. "I'm pregnant with Nathaniel's child," she had said. Megra's eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in betrayal. Before I could explain, she had turned on me, her voice shaking with anger. "Get out, Nathaniel. Just go."I keep seeing her face in my mind. The shock, then the pain, and finally the anger. I’d never seen her so hurt. I can’t help but feel sick to my stomach thinking about how I could’ve handled things differently. If only I hadn’t been so stupid and careless. How do I win her back? The thought churns in my mind like a relentless tide. What can I possibly say or do to make this right? And wh

MegraThe morning sun spills through the windows of my cosy house, casting a warm glow over the furniture and filling the room with a sense of calm. I push my sadness away as I sit across from Mrs. Alice, her kind eyes twinkling with pride and encouragement as we share a pot of tea."Megra, I am so proud of you, and we are happy to have you," she says, her voice full of warmth and sincerity. "This new teaching position is just the beginning for you."I smile, my heart swelling with gratitude and excitement. Mrs. Alice has always believed in me, even when I doubted myself. Her support has been unwavering. "Thank you, Mrs. Alice. I couldn't have done it without your guidance and encouragement. I really need this." I feel better knowing I will be going back to doing something I actually love.She waves a dismissive hand, but her eyes shine with affection. "Nonsense, my dear. You've always worked hard, and you deserve this opportunity. The children at our school are lucky to have you."As

NathanielI stand, the chair scraping against the floor. I can feel Anna's eyes pressing on me.Her eyes narrow. “You agreed to this. You promised.”I shake my head, the anger bubbling up. “I agreed because you gave me no choice. This isn’t a marriage, Anna. It’s a prison.”She steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Then let’s make the best of it. For our child.”The mention of our child sends a pang of guilt through me. I look away, unable to meet her gaze. “I’ll come back to the party. Just give me a moment.”Anna nods, her expression softening slightly. “Don’t take too long.”As she leaves, I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The reality of my situation crashes over me, causing a tidal wave of regret and despair. But somewhere in the depths of my heart, a spark of hope remains. Maybe, just maybe, I can find a way to make things right.The next day dawns heavy and grey, mirroring the turmoil in my mind. I pace around the house, my steps echoing off the walls. Eve

NathanielI drive to San Francisco, gripping the steering wheel tightly, replaying the chaotic scene at Megra's house over and over in my mind. The memory of my fist connecting with Conor's face, the unintentional hit that sent Megra to the floor, haunts me. The terror in her eyes as she hit the ground is seared into my memory, her pained expression twisting my gut with shame. Then Liza's panicked voice cuts through the haze, asking if the baby was okay. My heart had nearly stopped.Megra, carrying a child. A child I believed to be mine. The shock and overwhelming mix of emotions washed over me. The moment she confessed it was Conor's baby, doubt gnawed at my mind. Could it be true? Could she really have moved on so quickly? No,I know it cannot be true. I know her. Just the idea that Megra can be pregnant with another man's child fills me with a fury I can barely contain, but beneath the anger is doubt. What if she was lying? What if the child was mine?I feel helpless, trapped in a l