BILLION WORTH WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Sophie ..Before my doctor’s appointment in the hospital, I leaned on the walls of the hallways—a part where I could smell the quietness. My phone was glued to my ears, and my other hand was wrapped around my body.“I’m so sorry. I promise to follow you the next time. Work has been so hectic.” Romi kept apologizing; guilt chipped more and more at her voice. I tapped my foot against the floor; the soft, rhythmic thud echoed in the hallways. “We are both adults entangled in our own lives, I understand,” I remarked with a low, weak tone.“You sound happy. Did you tell Alex about your pregnancy?” Flutters of papers came from the other end, and I could tell she was still busy. Two days had passed since that day in Alex’s office. It's like I have been carrying a heavy weight on my chest. I don’t know if it was hope or disappointment. My chest tightened for a moment as I remembered that day. “No. Something came up. Cathy happened.” I scratched my forehead before wrapping my hand around

Alex..All the good mornings fell on deaf ears, and the smiles fell on a broken face. The only thing I could hear were my desperate footsteps that echoed in the bright hallway. The bitter taste of my medication lingered on my tongue and back of my throat—it had finally become bitter.Approaching the door of Sophie’s workspace, Sophie’s voice broke through my deaf ears, and while an ounce of warmth seeped into my chest, a ton of pain tightened my chest. “Good morning, Alex.” An annoying smile crept into Mrs. Moore's lips. Ignoring her, I faced Sophie, whose eyes were fixed on the blank laptop before her—was she ignoring me?I ran my tongue along my lower teeth. “Can I see you in my office?” I gritted. Every second, my heart felt like a ticking time bomb about to explode.“I’m quite busy,” Sophie responded, her eyes still fixed on the blank screen.The least she could do was turn on the screen and pretend to be working, but she wanted me to know she was purposely ignoring me. She kn

Sophie..Why did he look like someone who just returned from a battlefield? I had never seen him like this, and I could only wonder what had happened.The light that bounced off the white walls of the passage fell on Luca’s flushed face. His heavy and ragged breath disrupted the calm semblance of the passage. His hair was disheveled like he had pulled at it numerous times. His white shirt was rumpled, and his posture was tense. Digging his fingers into his hair and pulling at it. He closed his eyes, took a quick breath, and exhaled through his lips, letting out a puff. “I’m sorry.” He opened his eyes, and the anger in there struggled to fade. “You shouldn’t see me like this.” His voice softened, but there was still this hint of coarseness in it.My voice quivered, and my eyes refused to return to their normal size. I didn’t even know what to say or how to ask, so I opened my mouth and asked the most stupid question, “Are you alright?” Of course, he wasn’t; the room, his state—did t

Sophie ..Four days had passed, and Luca was still distant. It was worse—he had been locking himself in his room. He didn’t come down for dinner; he mostly ate in his room. I felt like he had been avoiding me. Despite telling him that night I wanted to be there for him, he was still shutting me out. The aroma of toasted bread and freshly brewed coffee romanced my nose as I stepped into the kitchen. The natural light filtered through the window casting its hue on the tray of the breakfast on the dining table.“Good morning, Ms. Sophie,” Paula greeted, picking up the tray.I flashed a smile. “Lemme give this to him.” My hand furled at both edges of the tray, my finger grazing hers. Palma stared at me, her hands refusing to let go. “Are you sure Mr. Luca would be okay with it?” “He would be,” I responded even though I wasn’t sure. I was more fixed on seeing him.Palma finally released the tray of food to me. I turned around and headed towards the stairs. With each step that drew me

80..“What do you mean the bastard escaped?” My voice echoed off the walls of Benjamin’s office. My body simmered. “Calm down and sit. My boys are already tracking him down.” Benjamin clasped his hands before him, swaying his chair. That man was a thorn in my flesh. But I was still relieved that he was strong enough to run. After rushing him to the hospital that day, the doctor had said he was already high on substances, which made it easier for him to slip into that state. I was also struggling with the side effects of my medication, leaving him too disoriented to notice the faint traces of his breath or pulse.“How are you feeling?” Benjamin questioned, his gaze softening.I arched my brows at such a question. I dropped into the sofa. “How do you think I am feeling? That bastard escaped.” I pinched my nasal bridge. “Now, we have to wait.”Benjamin cut me off. “I’m talking about Sophie. Are you really going to let her go?” My chest tightened, and a bigger knot formed in my stoma