Chapter 125

Chloe’s POV

I do not remember driving home.

I only remember the silence.

The kind of silence that presses against your ears until it becomes unbearable.

The moment I stepped into my house, the strength I had been forcing all day shattered. I dropped my bag on the floor and slid down against the wall, sobbing like I had not allowed myself to in months.

Not when I was framed.

Not when I almost went to jail.

Not when I stood in front of rooms full of men who doubted me.

Not when I rebuilt his company from ashes.

But this—

This broke me.

He had looked at me like I was nothing.

Like I was a stranger trying to intrude on his life.

I pressed my hands against my face and cried until my chest hurt.

Three months.

Three months of hospital corridors and whispered updates. Three months of signing contracts with one hand and holding his unconscious one with the other. Three months of carrying his chil