Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 495

The face that haunted Wiona’s dreams was suddenly real, warm beneath her trembling fingers.

“You’re really here?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper, thick with disbelief.

Before Conrad could answer, tears spilled down her cheeks. She leaned in, kissing his lips, still cold from the night outside.

“It’s me,” Conrad murmured softly.

“I’m sorry, Wiona. I should have come back sooner.”

He kissed her back, gentle and searching, and it felt like every tangled emotion she’d bottled up came pouring out all at once.

Once Wiona was sure this was real, that Conrad was truly here, alive and breathing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

“Do you know how worried I was?” Her words tumbled out, rapid and raw. “I called you over and over, but you never picked up! You promised you’d be back for the holiday, so why are you only showing up now?”

Her tears kept coming, hot and insistent. “I was terrified something happened. I imagined you hurt. I even thought maybe your plane crashed. My mind went to the worst places.” She sniffled, then scowled, half crying, half angry. “Did you do this on purpose? Did you want to see me freaking out like some idiot?”

Conrad just looked at her, guilt and worry written all over his face. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry, Wiona. I didn’t mean to make you worry. This is all my fault.”

He hugged her tighter, as if he could make up for every second he’d been gone.

Still upset, Wiona landed a light punch on his chest.

Conrad winced, sucking in a sharp breath. The sound jolted her.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Her concern replaced her anger in an instant.

He didn’t try to hide it. Coming back meant she’d see the truth eventually. He couldn’t imagine not holding her, not being close. That would be torture.

“Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “It’s been a few days. Still hurts.”

He gave her a pitiful look, knowing she’d cave. Sure enough, Wiona’s eyes shimmered with worry.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Were you already hurt the last time we talked? Let me see. Should I call Jason? Did I just make it bleed again?”

She scrambled onto the bed and started tugging at his shirt. Conrad didn’t resist, letting her help him out of it. When she saw the wound, still oozing blood, her breath hitched and her eyes filled with tears again.

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