All Chapters of Revenge of the Heart: My Ex's Billionaire Uncle's New Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Megra The hospital doors swing open with a rush of cold air, and I push my way through, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I can't breathe, can't think straight. All I know is that I need to see him. Nathaniel. I heard what happened—Archer was shot, but what if it wasn’t Archer they were after? What if Nathaniel was the target all along and Archer just got in the way? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t lose him. Not now, not ever. The smell of antiseptics and bleach fills my nose, making me gag. My shoes squeak against the polished floor as I race down the corridor, my eyes darting around, searching for him. Fear grips me tight, and anger simmers beneath the surface. How many times are we going to have to look over our shoulders? How many more times will we be forced to watch our backs, never knowing who might come after us next? And then I see him. Nathaniel is pacing up and down the ER corridor, his face pale, his eyes wide with fear. He looks like he’s been

MegraThe fluorescent lights above flicker as I pace back and forth across the cold, tiled floor of the police station. My heart races, and my mind spins, tangled in knots of confusion and fear. Nathaniel has been arrested. The words echo in my head, but they don’t make any sense. I haven’t been able to speak to him, and nobody has given me any information on what’s happening. All I know is that he’s being held in connection with Archer’s shooting, but I don’t understand how. How could this be happening? How could they suspect Nathaniel?The waiting area is sterile, almost lifeless—the kind of place where time seems to drag endlessly. I glance at the clock on the wall; it’s been hours, but it feels like days. The uncertainty bites at me. I haven’t even told Nathaniel that Conor is out of prison. Conor. His name brings a shiver down my spine. Everything has felt suspicious since I heard the news. Could Conor be involved in all of this? My mind races with possibilities, but none of them

NathanielThe jail cell is cold and unforgiving. I sit on the narrow bench, staring at the cracked concrete floor beneath my feet. The air smells of sweat and stale cigarettes, and the distant sound of a guard’s boots is heard through the corridors. I close my eyes, trying to block it all out, but I can’t. It's getting bad. Whoever framed me for this is getting too close for my own comfort. My mind is a storm of thoughts, each one darker than the last. Why is it that Megra and I have to fight this hard?Anna’s face flashes before me, her expression unreadable. I still don’t understand why she would turn on me like this, why she’d feed the papers the story of an adulterer when she knows damn well she was the one who ran a game on me from the start. She’s the one who manipulated me, who set this whole thing in motion. And now, here I am, the one being dragged through the mud, the one being crucified in the court of public opinion. How quickly people turn on you, how fast they forget who

MegraA few days have passed since the hospital visit, and I find myself nestled on the edge of the couch, watching Nathaniel play with Mia in the living room. It’s a rare sight, a beautiful sight, seeing him so relaxed, so present in the moment. He’s crouched down on the floor, his face just inches from hers, making the silliest faces. Mia giggles so hard she’s nearly tipping over, her red curls bouncing wildly with each peal of laughter. Her tiny face is alight with pure joy, and those freckles across her nose and cheeks—oh, those freckles. I swear they get cuter every day. Her green eyes, a perfect match to mine, sparkle like emeralds in the morning light.Mia lets out a squeal and takes off running, her little feet padding against the hardwood floor. Nathaniel gives chase, his arms outstretched, a grin plastered across his face. He’s playing the part of a clumsy monster, pretending to trip over his own feet as he follows her around the room. I can’t help but laugh watching him. He’

Nathaniel Walking into the apartment, I feel lighter than I have in weeks. There’s a spring in my step, a brightness in my chest that makes it hard to keep the smile off my face. The past few days have been blissful—no threats, no phone calls, no dark shadows hanging over us. Just peace and hope for the first time in what feels like forever. The news of my arrest has died down, and for a minute, my distorted relationship with Megra was all that was circulating. The felon and the mistress, the headlines read, but I could not care less. I’m eager to see Megra and Mia, my family. It’s a strange feeling, this happiness. I almost don’t trust it, like it could vanish at any moment, but I can’t help myself. At 50 years old, I am a father to the most beautiful 2-year-old daughter, and finally I have a woman I adore; no one will take this from me. The doctor’s good news about Archer’s recovery has also lifted a weight off my shoulders, and for once, the future doesn’t look so bleak. Even And