Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 992

He stood tall in a crisp black suit, every line of his posture confident and commanding. Across the glass wall, their eyes locked for a moment, the tension sparking in the space between them.

Tyler caught James’s gaze and flashed him a sudden, easy smile. He reached over, pressed the button, and the glass door slid open with barely a sound.

Tyler wasn’t in his wheelchair. He was upright, balanced, and steady. His tailored trousers fell perfectly over a pair of polished, custom-made leather shoes. James’s eyes dropped to his legs, his expression cold.

Tyler moved first, walking slowly toward him. His steps were deliberate, with a subtle mechanical hitch that gave him away, but to anyone watching, it looked like a miracle. He stopped right in front of James. They stood eye to eye, but the energy between them couldn’t have been more different.

Tyler felt like a shadow, mysterious and unpredictable, the kind of danger that crept in quietly. James, on the other hand, was all sharp edges and force, the kind of man who didn’t need to say much to make you nervous.

“Finally back, little brother,” Tyler said, his voice smooth and warm, almost gentle. “Didn’t feel like bringing your wife home with you?”

He took a few slow steps in front of James, even turning in a little circle, as if he were on display. “Heard she’s doing pretty well overseas. I was thinking about inviting her back so she could see my new legs for herself.”

James’s stare lingered on Tyler’s legs, which looked completely ordinary now. The look in his eyes said he saw right through the act, like he was watching some sad clown try to impress him.

“She’ll come home when she’s ready,” James replied. He leaned in, just enough for his presence to wash over Tyler, and for a split second, Tyler’s smile faltered.

“Instead of worrying about my personal life, Tyler, maybe spend more time thinking about how long you can hold on to what you’ve got.”

With that, James turned and walked away. The difference between them was obvious. James’s stride was long and powerful, each step full of purpose, like he owned the floor he walked on. There was an energy to him, something wild and alive that no prosthetic could ever match.

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