All Chapters of Married To The Billionaire I Hate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cole's POV.The email arrived on a Monday morning.I barely glanced at it before moving on to things that actually mattered…deals to close, calls to make, meetings to attend. It wasn’t until later that night, when Emily was curled up on the couch beside me, scrolling through her phone, that I reopened it.Class of 2014 – 10-Year Reunion Join us for an unforgettable evening of nostalgia, laughter, and reconnecting! Bring your spouse or significant other.I scoffed. Nostalgia? That was one way to put it.For most of them, high school had been the best years of their lives. For me, it had been a war zone. I was the quiet kid, the easy target. The one they could push around just because they could. The one who kept his head down and endured the sneers, the pranks, the shoves in the hallway.But they wouldn’t recognize that version of me now.After graduation, I disappeared for a year. Spent those months in the gym, learning how to fight, how to carry myself differently. When I entered un

Cole’s POVDaniel drove in silence. The only sound was the engine and the occasional flick of the turn signal as we moved through the city streets. I sat back, one hand resting against my thigh, the other still curled into a fist, my knuckles throbbing from the fight. The scent of wine and expensive perfume clung to the air around us, mixing with the faintest trace of blood on my skin.Emily sat beside me, legs crossed, one arm spread lazily over the seat. She hadn’t said a word since we left, hadn’t turned to look at me, hadn’t even acknowledged what had just happened back there. It was like she had already moved on, like the whole damn thing had been nothing more than a mildly entertaining event to her.And that was what got to me.Most women would’ve been screaming, yanking at my arm, begging me to stop. Hell, some would’ve stormed off, called me reckless, called me insane. But Emily? She had sat there, sipping her wine, watching me beat the hell out of Dylan like she was enjoying

Emily’s POVThe conference room was packed with Hart Enterprise and Greyson Corps executives, all seated around the long table, eyes fixed on the massive screen at the front. Discussions bounced off the walls, voices rising and falling as strategies were laid out, numbers dissected, and counterarguments made.It was the kind of meeting that separated leaders from followers.I sat at the center of Hart Enterprise’s side, my hands resting on the documents in front of me, posture straight, gaze sharp. Across from me, on Greyson’s side, sat Cole Greyson…the man who had become an unshakable force in my life, both personally and professionally.Even in a room full of powerful men, he stood out.But something felt off.For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t looking at me.The screen flashed with financial reports, logistical challenges, and market projections. A man from the supply chain department stood, adjusting his tie before speaking.“The delays in shipments have pushed back the

Emily’s POVI sat there, staring at him, trying so damn hard to keep my face blank. To stop my throat from tightening, to stop the sting behind my eyes.I wouldn’t let him see it.I wouldn’t let him win.Because God help me, I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe every word he said…that he loved me, that he saw me, that this wasn’t just about sex. And for a second, just a second, I almost let myself feel it.But I knew better.I knew what happened when you let someone in. When you let yourself believe in love, in forever, in happy endings.You got destroyed.You got left broken.I had been there before, and I swore I would never go back.I forced a breath out and pushed back in my chair, standing up. “That’s enough, Cole.” My voice was calm. Cold. Like none of this mattered. Like I wasn’t shaking inside. “It can never work out between us.”His face changed.That flicker of hope in his eyes vanished, replaced by something raw, something wounded.“Why?” he asked, his voice quiet b

Emily's POV. The city was dead quiet by the time I pulled into the driveway. The mansion was ahead, cold and perfect, like nothing had changed. But everything had. My fingers ached from gripping the steering wheel too hard. My head pounded. My throat was raw from screaming inside the car for hours. I had driven with no destination, letting the empty streets swallow me whole. The city had blurred past in streaks of headlights and neon signs, but I barely registered any of it. All I knew was the crushing weight in my chest. The fire in my lungs. The echoes of my own voice screaming words I couldn’t take back. The radio had played song after song, and I had blasted the volume, hoping, praying, that the music would drown out the storm inside me. It hadn’t. The ache still sat in my ribs like a knife, wedged so deep I could barely breathe. I exhaled sharply and grabbed a pack of face wipes from the passenger seat. My hands were unsteady as I pulled one out and dragged it across my face.