All Chapters of CONVENIENT VOWS WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

NICHOLAS POVThe smell of antiseptic hit me as I entered the pristine hospital lobby. It was calm and quiet, but it did nothing to ease my nerves.I approached the reception desk, my voice firm as I asked for Dr. Lennox, the doctor who’d been handling Isabella’s recent appointments.It didn’t take long for me to find her, standing by a row of filing cabinets in her office. Dr. Lennox was a professional woman in her mid-forties, her expression calm but wary as she greeted me.“Mr. Montgomery,” she said, extending a hand. “This is unexpected.”“I’m here about my wife,” I said bluntly, not bothering with pleasantries.She gestured to the seat across from her desk, but I remained standing.“I need to know what’s wrong with her,” I continued. “She’s not herself. She’s distant, tired all the time, barely eats—”“Mr. Montgomery,” she interrupted gently, folding her hands on the desk, “I understand your concern, but I cannot disclose a patient’s medical information without their consent. It’s

NICHOLAS POV The second hearing had gone on far longer than anticipated, and while Isabella remained as sharp and composed as ever, I could see the cracks in her armor.Her skin was pale, her lips drawn into a tight line as she sat through the arguments, her gaze unwavering but her hands clutching the edge of the table a little too tightly. She was putting up a front—one that most wouldn’t notice—but I’d spent too much time watching her not to see it.I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to interrupt and ask if she was okay. Isabella wouldn’t want that. She’d see it as me undermining her strength, and I couldn’t do that to her. Still, every passing second felt like a tug-of-war between my instinct to protect her and my respect for her independence.---The hearing finally ended, and Isabella wasted no time in gathering her things. She rose with a grace that belied the strain she was under, offering a brief nod to her lawyer before heading for the exit.I followed at a distance, my

ISABELLA'S POV The drive home was unbearable. The weight of Nicholas’ silence pressed against me, heavier than the oxygen mask I’d been forced to wear hours ago. Nicholas hadn’t said a thing since the doctor had temporarily discharged me, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly I thought it might snap.I could feel his frustration radiating off him but I refused to acknowledge it.I stared out the window, counting the streetlights passing by, hoping that if I ignored him long enough, he’d drop it. But Nicholas wasn’t the type to let things slide, and I knew it was only a matter of time before the confrontation came.When we pulled up to the house, he was out of the car before I could even unbuckle my seatbelt. I didn’t get far before he was at my side, lifting me out with a gentleness that contradicted the storm brewing behind his eyes.“You don’t need to—”“Don’t argue with me, Isabella,” he snapped.I clamped my mouth shut, my exhaustion winning over my desire to protest.

The tension in the Montgomery Empire's boardroom was strong. The inheritance board sat in their polished leather chairs, each exuding authority. With them sat Victor.“For weeks now, we’ve seen a disturbing pattern,” Victor began, clasping his hands together as though he were making a benevolent appeal. “Nicholas Montgomery has been distracted. His focus is no longer on this empire. Instead, it’s... elsewhere. On personal matters.” He let the last words linger in the air.Victor’s sharp eyes scanned the room, noting the hesitant nods from a few board members. Encouraged, he pressed on “Take his wife’s condition, for example. I sympathize—truly, I do. But let’s not forget that Nicholas is a man who has built his reputation on being ruthless, unyielding, and always in control. And yet, where is that man now? The same man who couldn’t even protect the only family he has left—his wife. If he cannot keep her safe, how can we trust him to safeguard this empire?”Murmurs broke out among the

ISABELLA'S POV I didn’t bother knocking. The doors to Nicholas’s study swung open with a loud bang, the sound reverberating through the room. My chest heaved as I stood there, staring at him. He was bent over his desk, surrounded by an endless pile of papers and folders.He glanced up, his piercing eyes immediately softening when they landed on me. That look—calm, steady, and far too understanding—only made the fire in my chest burn hotter.“Sunshine,” he called gently “What’s wrong?”“What’s wrong?” I repeated, my voice rising “You tell me, Nicholas. Why don’t you start with the part where you gave up everything for me?”His brows furrowed, but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he closed the folder he’d been working on and leaned back in his chair, watching me carefully. That patience only added fuel to my anger.“You stepped down, Nicholas! From Montgomery Empire! Your family’s legacy. Your life’s work! And for what?” My voice cracked, tears of frustration threatening to spill o