The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 151

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The Awaited Return

Mrs. Helen stood in front of Alina’s bedroom mirror with trembling hands holding a comb.

Alina sat in a chair with a posture as stiff as a doll. Her eyes stared blankly at the mirror but not really seeing her own reflection.

“Madam,” Mrs. Helen whispered in a soft voice full of worry. “Mr. Daniel will be home this afternoon. Let me help you tidy up, okay?”

No response. No reaction.

Mrs. Helen took a trembling breath and began combing Alina’s hair with very gentle movements-as if touching something very fragile that could break at any moment.

Alina’s hair, which used to be thick and shiny, now looked dull and fell out on the comb. Mrs. Helen felt her chest tighten seeing how many strands fell every time she combed.

“Madam is beautiful,” Mrs. Helen whispered while braiding Alina’s hair in a simple way. “Mr. Daniel will surely be happy to see Madam looking neat.”

Still no response.

Mrs. Helen took some moisturizer and applied it gently to Alina’s pale face, Her skin felt cold and dry under the

touch.

The face that used to be round and healthy was now gaunt with sharply protruding cheekbones. Sunken eyes with dark circles underneath. Chapped lips from dehydration.

Mrs. Helen felt tears pooling but she held them back. Couldn’t cry now. Had to focus on making Alina look… presentable. Though in her heart she knew there was no way to hide the deterioration that had become so severe.

She took a simple cream-colored dress-one of the few that still fit Alina’s increasingly thin body. Helped Alina stand slowly and changed her clothes with very careful movements.

Alina let herself be moved like a doll. Didn’t help but also didn’t resist. Just… existed. Breathing. But not really living.

When finished, Mrs. Helen stepped back and looked at her work with a broken heart.

Alina was indeed neat now. Hair combed. Face clean. Decent dress.

But all of it couldn’t hide the fact that the woman before her was dying from within.

“Madam,” Mrs. Helen whispered in an almost desperate voice. “Please… eat just a little. Or drink. Anything. Mr. Daniel will be angry if he sees Madam like this. And I… I’m afraid for Madam.”

Alina stared at the mirror with empty eyes. As if not hearing. As if not caring.

Mrs. Helen knelt in front of Alina with tears finally falling.

“Madam, please,” she cried while holding Alina’s cold hands. “Please don’t give up. Please hold on. There’s still hope. Mr. Richard is looking for help. There’s a lawyer trying to help. Please don’t let them win by letting yourself die like this.”

But Alina didn’t respond. Didn’t even blink.

Mrs. Helen hugged Alina tightly-a body that felt so small and fragile in her embrace.

The Return

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“Forgive me,” she whispered in a broken voice. “Forgive me for not being able to protect Madam well. Forgive me for not being strong enough to save Madam from this hell.”

They sat like that for a long time—Mrs. Helen crying in the embrace while Alina just remained silent with empty eyes staring into darkness.

At six in the evening, Daniel’s car entered the mansion grounds at a somewhat fast speed-unusual for a driver who was always very careful.

Daniel got out of the car with a paper bag in hand and energetic steps. His face looked fresher than when he left- the meetings in Chicago had gone well. The proposal with William Montgomery showed positive signs.

And most importantly-he could finally come home to see Alina.

Three days apart felt like an eternity. Though he knew it was necessary-giving distance to calm down after the incident with Junior-he missed his wife with an almost painful intensity.

“Mr. Harris,” he called while passing the head of security in the foyer. “How is Mrs. Alina?”

Mr. Harris stood with a slightly tense posture.

“Stable, Sir,” he answered in a careful tone. “Mrs. Helen has been with her the whole time.”

“Good.”

Daniel walked toward the stairs with quick steps, impatient to see Alina. He brought a paper bag containing cakes from Chicago-cakes he remembered Alina liked when they visited there a few years ago.

Maybe this could make Alina a little better. Give her something familiar. Something that reminded her of happier times.

Daniel opened Alina’s bedroom door without knocking.

A wide smile appeared on his face seeing Alina sitting in a chair near the window-already neat in a beautiful cream dress with combed hair.

“Alina,” he greeted in a warm voice while entering. “I’m home, darling. I brought-”

His words stopped.

His smile faded.

His eyes fell on Alina’s wrist visible under the dress sleeve-and there was a white bandage wrapped around it.

A bandage that wasn’t there before he left.

Silence.

Daniel placed the paper bag on the table with very slow and controlled movements.

Then walked closer with increasingly heavy steps.

“Alina,” he called in a voice that had changed-no longer warm but low and dangerous. “What happened to your hand?”

Alina didn’t answer. Didn’t look at him. Just sat with eyes staring blankly toward the window.

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The Aworted Refumy

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Daniel knelt in front of her and took Alina’s hand gently but with eyes full of frightening intensity.

His fingers touched the bandage-and even through the white cloth he could feel there was a wound underneath.

A wound whose shape was too familiar.

A wound whose position was too specific.

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