All Chapters of After the Breakup, the Billionaire Lost Control!: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever fallen in love with, and you’ll be the only one I love in this lifetime. I’ve never had a ‘one true love’ in school, nor some damsel who once saved my life. And for the rest of my life, that won’t change. If I ever cheat in the future, I’ll not only give up everything I own, but I’ll even castrate myself.” Zac declared this with utmost seriousness. Then, picking up the pen, he added the final clause to the document in bold strokes. Helen raised an eyebrow. His confession had definitely moved her, but wasn’t this a bit extreme? Castration? Still, though she thought it was over the top, she didn’t stop him from writing it. Once Zac finished, he pulled out the stamp pad and pressed his fingerprint onto the document. Sliding it across the table, he nodded toward her, indicating it was her turn. Helen’s bright, clear eyes darted back and forth as she hesitated. But in the end, she pressed her thumbprint beneath her name. As soon as she did

The next morning, Helen sat on the edge of the bed, conflicted and second-guessing her decision. She had made up her mind last night, so why was she hesitating now?In the bathroom, Zac was shaving, humming a cheerful tune as he tidied up. He returned to the bedroom, holding a white shirt and a white dress—matching outfits.“I looked it up,” he said with a grin. “We should dress neatly and coordinate if we’re heading to the courthouse. A clean, simple look is best.” He handed her the white dress and, without hesitation, pulled off his shirt and started changing right in front of her.He had already picked up makeup and other essentials after dinner last night. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” he asked, noticing her glum expression. Crouching in front of her, he pouted like a child, his eyes brimming with mock sadness. “Are you giving up on me? Was I not good enough last night? Or… are you just messing with me again?” His voice trembled, and tears glistened in his

“Hmm… I’ll check around and let you know if I find something suitable,” Helen replied, her voice a bit uneasy, still adjusting to her new identity. Her cheeks flushed as she carefully placed a certified copy of their marriage certificate into her handbag. Zac shifted gears, casually asking, “I need to attend the Yates family funeral later. Do you want to come with me or head home instead?” Helen hesitated. She really didn’t want to attend Justin’s grandfather’s funeral. “Would it be rude if I didn’t go?” “It doesn’t matter. We haven’t made anything public yet. No one knows, so skipping it is fine.” “Then I’ll go home.” Zac nodded, turned the car around, and drove her back first before heading to the funeral himself. Halfway home, Helen suddenly sat bolt upright, her face full of alarm. “Wait, isn’t it a thing to choose a special date for getting married? Today’s Justin’s grandfather’s funeral. Isn’t it bad luck to get our marriage license today?” She had only come

In the hall, Justin and Zac stood side by side in black suits, offering their condolences to guests attending the funeral.“Mr. Yates, my deepest sympathies.”“Mr. Yates, please stay strong during this challenging time.”Justin nodded politely, acknowledging each guest, while Zac mirrored his gestures in quiet support. Then Zac tilted his head toward the entrance. “Hey, isn’t that the renowned Mr. Wilfred?” Although Zac had never met him in person, he had certainly heard of Wilfred’s reputation. A dominant figure in Merika State’s business world, Wilfred’s influence extended to global markets, even owning the world’s most advanced medical enterprises. There were even whispers of his involvement in Merika State’s political sphere. For someone of his stature to attend this funeral personally was unexpected. “Didn’t you work with him before? Or is he here because of a cross-border project?” Zac turned to Justin, curiosity evident. Justin didn’t answer immediately, his ey

“Sis, let me explain this slowly,” Helen said, her nerves completely shot. She slid off the sofa and landed dramatically on the carpet, clutching the marriage certificate as if it were her lifeline.Mimicking Zac’s usual pitiful expressions, she forced a few dramatic sobs, desperately trying to conjure tears. “It all started with that seaside vacation five years ago,” she began, voice trembling. “I swear, I didn’t want to say yes, but he—he said if I didn’t marry him, he’d jump into the sea right then and there!” Helen sniffled, rubbing at her eyes, her voice thick with fake emotion. “Even though I knew about his ties to Justin, how could I just stand there and watch him die?” She let out a couple of dramatic wails, clutching her head as if overcome with grief. It was all thunder and no rain. Her attempt at playing the fragile, helpless act was clearly not her strong suit. "Yep," she thought with a sigh, "I’m definitely not cut out to be the delicate damsel type." Grabbing