All Chapters of HEAVENLY PAIN MARRIAGE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ariadne stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat as Arman’s words sank in. The room seemed to close in around her, the weight of his revelation pressing down like a heavy storm cloud.“What do you mean…?” she managed to whisper, her voice trembling. “What happened to him?”Arman leaned back against the decrepit wall, his audacious demeanor as shameless as ever. “Oh, Ari,” he began, feigning sympathy. “You really don’t know, do you? You were the only one who didn’t. Jaxon—your precious, perfect brother—had a severe lung disease. The doctors gave him three months, maybe less, to live.”Ariadne staggered, the words hitting her like a thunderclap. Her chest tightened, and her legs threatened to give out beneath her. “No…” she murmured, shaking her head as if denying the truth would make it disappear.But Arman wasn’t done. He smirked, his tone dripping with mockery. “And in those three months, do you know what Jax did? He ran himself ragged trying to find a way to give you a future.

Ariadne woke the next morning feeling physically stronger. Her body no longer ached, though her mind remained tangled with the bitter truths of Jaxon’s sacrifice and Maximilian’s betrayal. The thought of seeing Maximilian again filled her with dread. She blamed him entirely for the pain she carried now.She pushed the thoughts aside and stepped downstairs, drawn by the sight of Taylor in the garden. He stood among the greenery, watering the plants with a calm, focused air. Ariadne hesitated for a moment, then walked over to him.“Good morning,” Taylor greeted her, glancing up with a warm smile.“Morning,” Ariadne replied, a bit awkward but sincere.Taylor set down the watering can and gave her a quick once-over. “How are you feeling?”Ariadne offered a small smile. “Much better. Thanks to your… uh, excellent nursing skills.”Taylor chuckled. “Don’t thank me yet. You almost bled out on my floor yesterday.”Ariadne winced but quickly changed the subject, motioning to the garden. “Do you

Two weeks had passed since Ariadne had stumbled into Taylor’s life, and in that time, a strange sort of peace had settled over her. She still felt the sharp pangs of betrayal when thoughts of Maximilian crossed her mind, but Taylor’s presence had a way of soothing the ache. His kindness and effortless charm created a cocoon where her pain seemed to fade, at least temporarily.Today, as the afternoon sun cast its warm glow over Taylor’s expansive garden, Ariadne found herself smiling despite everything.“Come on, Ariadne,” Taylor called from the garden, his voice light with amusement. He stood near a cluster of newly dug plots, a trowel in one hand and a box of vibrant flowers in the other. “You’re not going to let me do all the work, are you?”Ariadne rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin as she joined him. “I don’t even know why we’re doing this,” she said, glancing at the box of flowers. “I thought you were all about greens.”Taylor tilted his head, his expression thoughtful.

Back at home, Taylor kept a firm hold on Ariadne’s hand, his grip steady yet somehow hesitant. His usual lighthearted demeanor had dimmed, replaced by a quiet tension that he masked with polite smiles. As they stepped into the living room, Ariadne could sense something off about him, though she couldn’t quite place what it was.Taylor stopped abruptly in the middle of the room, turning to face her. His silence lingered for a moment too long before he finally spoke, his smile faint but present. “I’m sorry if I’ve been acting strange,” he said, his tone measured. “I guess… I was just processing the news. But, really—congratulations, Ariadne. A baby is wonderful news.”Ariadne blinked, caught off guard by his sudden earnestness. “Thank you,” she replied awkwardly, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. “I—uh, I don’t know how to feel yet. It’s all… overwhelming.”Taylor’s expression softened, and he gently led her to the couch. “That’s normal,” he said, sitting beside her. “But yo

The dimly lit boardroom carried an air of tension as Gideon Milton sat at the head of the circular table, his sharp suit impeccably tailored and his expression calm, but determined. Around him, several of the Milton Group’s shareholders exchanged wary glances. The sudden, secretive meeting had caught them off guard, and more so, the notable absence of their CEO, Maximilian Milton.One of the senior shareholders broke the uneasy silence. “Gideon, what is the meaning of this meeting? And why isn’t Maximilian here? We need to discuss the company’s current situation, and it’s unusual for the director to be absent.”Gideon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His voice was smooth, yet firm, as he addressed the room. “Gentlemen, the reason we’re here is precisely because of the company’s current situation—and more importantly, who is to blame for it.”A murmur swept through the room, confusion and skepticism mingling.Another shareholder, a middle-aged woman with a sharp gaze, s