Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1767

But Emmy was evidently busy and did not reply for hours. The wait was pure, unadulterated torture. It wasn't until late that evening, after Sylvia dragged her exhausted body back to the house, that her phone screen finally lit up. It was a message from Emmy. [Don't panic. My husband mentioned that the case is indeed quite tricky, but given the current political climate, everything should still be going according to Steve's plan.]

Seeing those words, the painfully tight knot in Sylvia's chest finally loosened just a fraction. A moment later, Emmy sent another text. [Is someone with you?]

Staring at the screen, Sylvia typed out a reply with stiff, freezing fingers: [Yes. My assistant, Sophia, has been with me all day.]

Emmy quickly replied: [That's good. Don't let your imagination run wild. He will definitely come back to you safe and sound.]

But how could Sylvia not let her mind wander? Sitting alone in the massive, echoing living room, even breathing felt impossibly difficult. Her throat suddenly felt parched, so she reached for a glass of water. Yet the moment she lifted the glass, her hand began to tremble uncontrollably. Water sloshed wildly over the rim, splashing onto the floor. Terrified, Sophia rushed over and snatched the glass from her shaking grip.

"Ms. Moore, are you alright?" Sophia asked.

Gripping her violently trembling right hand, Sylvia fought to suppress the panic threatening to shatter her voice. "I'm fine." She turned away, terrified of letting Sophia see her reddening eyes. "I'm going upstairs to rest. You can sleep in the guest room tonight."

Sylvia felt a dizzying sense of realization. Over these brief six months, it was as if she had met an entirely new version of Steve. He was no longer the arrogant playboy who relentlessly provoked her and laughed at her misery. The man he was today fiercely guarded her emotions, constantly showered her with affection, and whispered endless promises to never leave her side, terrified she would feel insecure.

He had genuinely transformed into an incredible boyfriend and a wonderful father-to-be. He never forced her to do anything. He was even willing to compromise on marriage and their baby, patiently waiting while she conquered the Forbes list. It was this version of Steve who had steadily woven himself into the very fabric of her life, anchoring her to him with an unbreakable dependency. Without even realizing it, she had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with him, to the point where she could no longer survive without him.

Sylvia did not dare think about it anymore. Clutching the fabric over her racing heart, she gasped for air. If he was truly gone, how on earth was she supposed to live the rest of her life?