Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 365

Peter shook his head, frowning. “Maddy never told the adults.”

“Back then, there were way more kids in the orphanage than there are now. The place was smaller too,” he went on. “It was totally normal for ten or even twenty of us to share a single room. The adults barely had time or energy to notice little things like that.”

“Maddy was scared of being kicked out, and honestly, we were all afraid that if she said anything, Lisa would think she was causing trouble. So as little kids, none of us ever reported it.”

“Looking back, we were just terrified.”

Because of that fear, the bad people kept hurting them over and over. Because of that fear, they believed it was the worst thing that could happen, scared that even the orphanage—the only home they had—would be taken away.

Wiona stared at the photo of the nurse, her hands trembling with anger. Her heart ached for Madison. The thought that Madison had suffered so much in the orphanage, taking her place, while she herself lived like a princess with the Morgan family, made her want to hunt down that nurse right now and make her pay.

Just then, a warm hand slipped over Wiona’s, steadying her. Conrad stood up and gently pulled her into his arms.

“Leave us,” he said softly.

He gave Peter a look, and Peter quickly got up and left. Phil and the others followed, leaving the big living room quiet. It’s just Wiona and Conrad now.

Conrad took her face gently in his hands. “Will you tell me what’s going on?”

He could have found out everything on his own, but he waited. He wanted her to trust him enough to share.

Wiona’s eyes were red, her chest tight with everything she’d kept inside. As soon as Conrad asked, the dam broke. Tears spilled over while she poured out the truth about her and Madison’s past, right down to the nurse who had switched them all those years ago.

Conrad wiped her tears away, his voice gentle. “So, what’s the story with this Ferguson guy?”

Wiona took a shaky breath. “Remember when my mentor got hurt? I asked you to help find that brain specialist, J?” She shook her head. “There’s still no clue about who did it. I’m looking into this Wilson too. I think he’s connected to what happened to my professor.”

She hesitated, not mentioning the bouquets of flowers she kept getting from someone named Ferguson. Mason was already looking into it, and she hoped he’d have answers soon.

Conrad saw the worry on her face, but just smiled. “You’re amazing, Wiona,” he said.

“You’ve made it this far on your own. That’s not easy. I’m proud of you.”

“But don’t forget,” he added, “you’re not alone anymore. You’ve got power and connections now, and that’s because you have me. Your husband.”

It took her a while to finally leave the bathroom. When she did, her hair was wrapped up in a towel, pink silk pajamas under a bathrobe, and she crept out as quietly as she could.

She glanced around. No sign of Conrad. Relief washed over her—until the door clicked open behind her.

Conrad walked in, phone in hand. His eyes landed on her, fresh from her bath, and he didn’t look away. If anything, he seemed amused.

“Finally brave enough to come out?” he teased, sitting on the sofa and patting the spot beside him. “Come here.”

“You’re not scared to sit next to me, are you?” He raised an eyebrow. “Afraid I might eat you up?”

Wiona tried to act tough. “Of course not. I’m not scared? I’m not some fraidy cat.”

She puffed up her cheeks, straightened her back, and marched over like a soldier heading into battle. She sat awkwardly at the edge of the sofa, hands gripping her pajama pants for dear life.

Conrad just smiled and gently took the towel from her head. “You’ll catch a cold like this.”