All Chapters of I Want A Divorce, Mr. Billionaire!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MARIUS’ POV: "He’s ready to draw more blood. Can I keep up?" I mutter to myself, my voice barely audible over the drone of the TV. Carter stands at the podium, smug and confident, addressing a room full of reporters. I know this moment will come, but the reality of it is a gut punch.Hazel emerges to the living room, her gaze drifting to the screen as she takes a seat beside me."Marius Thorne has gone to great lengths to deceive me," Carter declares, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Two years ago, he faked my wife’s death and swaped her identity with another to hide her from me. For this, he must be stripped of his license to practice law and should be served some jail time."“Why would he do that?” a reporter asks.Carter takes a second to pause before angrily answering, “Because he wants my wife for himself. He’s in love with her.”I clench my jaw, trying to maintain a facade of calm. Hazel's worried eyes on me, piercing through my exterior. I want to reassure her again, but I

HAZEL’S POV: For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Marius wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I close my eyes, savoring the steady beat of his heart against my back. “Just a little longer and you’ll no longer be legally tied to Carter,” he whispers. “And about Sammy’s custody, I’ll make sure you’ll win.” He turns me gently, lifting my chin with a finger until our eyes meet. He leans down, capturing my lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. We move together toward his king-size bed, shedding our clothes in a trail across the floor. My breath hitches as Marius’s hands explore my skin, massaging my b.reasts, and teasing my womanhood expertly. He looks at me, as if I’m the most precious thing in the world - something I’ve never experienced with Carter. My hands trace the contours of his muscles, memorizing the feel of him too. I feel a connection so profound it almost scares me, but I welcome it. Marius thrusts

I have nowhere else to go, but home - in my real home, my beach house. It’s been a few days, but Marius is still in a coma according to the news. The doctors being interviewed have been kind but vague, their words doing little to soothe my gnawing guilt and fear. If Marius dies, I’ll never forgive myself. The image of him lying motionless in the hospital bed haunts me every waking moment. I can’t bring myself to do anything, not even a mundane task properly. I must know he’ll be alright first before I can regain my focus. Even so, Sammy needs me with his piling medical bills, and I’m running out of money. I need to go back to work as soon as possible. I call Betty over the phone to rehire her as Sammy’s babysitter, but she refuses, citing her fear of being faced with Carter’s threat again.With no other choice, I set out for the Unite Source Media Company with Sammy in my arms, praying that my bosses will understand my predicament. “Please, I can’t leave my son by himself at hom

My head throbs! And it throbs more when the memories of the previous night come rushing back. It isn't making love—it’s just s.ex. Hazel doesn't really love me. I quickly get dressed, then step out of the bedroom. In the living area, Sammy, in his walker, is playing with some toys I’ve bought for him. He giggles when he sees me. I should just leave, but I can’t help but spend some more time with him. "Hey, did you miss me?" I ask playfully. Sammy giggles again, reaching out his tiny hands towards me which I happily take. Then I glance around and notice something I haven't the night before—the house is almost empty. This isn't how it looked the last time I was here. Maybe Hazel is giving away her old furniture, since she can now afford buying better pieces that she’ll put in her new home.Just as I’m about to say goodbye to Sammy, Hazel emerges from the kitchen."I prepared breakfast. Let's eat?" she asks, her voice hopeful.I stare at her impassively, which makes her smile falt

MARIUS’ POV: Carter Whitlock. He fills me with dread and fury. He was invited by the police for an interrogation, but is now sent free again. They said that there’s not enough evidence to tie him up with my accident. With his freedom comes the danger he poses—not just to me, but to Hazel as well. I shouldn't care anymore, but the idea of Carter getting anywhere near Hazel is unbearable. I have to warn her, probably tell her to hire some bodyguards. I grab my coat and hurry to my car. The drive from the capital to Hazel’s place is a blur. The hours feel endless, but finally, I reach her street. As I pull up, a peculiar sight catches my eye—Hazel, loading boxes into the luggage rack of a motorcycle. The rider nods to her and drives off, leaving her standing amidst a few more boxes on the porch. Hazel notices me and the exhaustion in her eyes is replaced with excitement.“Marius, you came again?” she says as I approach.I glance at the remaining boxes. “What are those?”With prid