Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1369

Emmy looked down at her wrist, her gaze tracing the faint pink scar left behind by her past suicide attempt. She knew firsthand how terrifying a slashed wrist could look, with all the blood involved, but as long as medical help arrived in time, it was rarely fatal. "Could this be her playing the victim?" she murmured. "A scheme to clear her name, frame me, and win your sympathy?"

James's expression darkened. After a brief silence, he replied, "I will have her brought back for treatment and hook her up to the Mnemosyne Interface. Once we extract and read her memories from that moment, the entire truth will come to light."

Emmy still looked worried. "Will Major General Calony just let her go?"

"He has no choice," James scoffed coldly. "Dean turning up alive under his watch was a massive failure on his part. He owes me a favor."

"Then why not use that favor to get me back home?" Emmy asked, genuinely puzzled. "Why make that trade with him and hand over the coordinates of the illegal bio-lab in Fiji?"

Reading her confusion, James patiently explained. "We both have business interests in Fiji. There is no need to make an enemy out of a local warlord like Calony. Besides, despite his arrogant and conceited nature, he distinguishes clearly between friends and enemies and always keeps his word. Even without our trade, I would have given him the coordinates so he could handle the lab himself."

Emmy breathed a sigh of relief, realizing he had everything calculated. "Alright," she smiled, her eyes brimming with absolute trust. "I leave it to you. As long as the truth comes out, I am fine with it."

James nodded and picked up his phone from the desk, quickly making an overseas call to issue some brief instructions.

Just as he hung up, the solid wood door to the study cracked open. A sleepy, slightly muffled toddler's voice drifted in. "Mommy..."

Before Emmy could even react, a little ball of fluff padded into the room. Dolly was dressed in a tiger onesie, one hand dragging a thoroughly mangled stuffed tiger by the ear, while her other chubby hand rubbed her eyes. She looked too tired to even keep them open. Upon spotting Emmy, Dolly immediately threw her tiny arms wide and waddled over, burying herself in her mother's embrace. "I wanna sleep... Mommy, hold me."

Emmy stood by, watching the man expertly handle the tiny baby bottles with an air of complete devotion. Compared to her chaotic flailing moments ago, he made it look effortless. Leaning against the cabinet, Emmy's eyes crinkled with an affectionate smile as she teased, "I never expected you to be a master at making formula."

James shook the bottle one last time and tested the temperature against the inside of his wrist. Once he was certain it was perfectly warm, he turned to her. "I don't have a lot of time to take care of them, but whenever I do, I make sure to do it all myself."

He spoke so casually, yet his words struck Emmy's heart like a heavy hammer. Her smile faded, replaced by a flash of profound sorrow. The twins were already one year and nine months old, yet she had been entirely absent during the time they needed their mother the most. She was so clumsy at the simplest tasks, like changing diapers and making milk, performing worse than a busy man who ran an empire.

"It is my fault," she whispered, her voice tight. "I should never have been absent for so long."