A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 163

"The detective officially confirmed it. The crash was caused by Rosie," Wade said over the phone.

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Thomas clenched his fist, his heart pounding with anger. He swallowed it down and forced himself to speak calmly. "How sure is the detective?"

He heard the small gasp of surprise from Wade before he replied. "Very sure. CCTV footage showed it was her. She was driving the same red car, and two witnesses saw her drive off after it happened."

The anger surged again, uncontrollable, and he began pacing around the hospital corridor. He didn't want to believe it.

He didn't want to believe that his dear wife of three years had injured his family. Fuck. They were her family too.

How could she do this? What happened?

"Thank you, Wade," he said softly, hiding the anger. "If there are any updates, let me know."

"Alright," Wade replied before ending the call.

Thomas turned and saw that Ivy was now with Silas. They held each other tightly, intimately. For a split second, jealousy raced through him and then anger.

That used to be his life. Him and Rosie. They did everything together, successes, failures-everything.

He stepped out of the corridor and found a door leading to a small balcony by the staircase at the back. It wasn't that he resented Silas for being happy, it just reminded him of too much.

The anger returned, flooding his chest, and this time, he didn't fight it.

"Fuck!" he growled, slamming his fists into the door. The wood cracked, bending in the middle.

Rage mounted even more and he kicked the door.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He delivered each word with a kick, pounding on the innocent door until it was completely removed from its hinges.

He stood there, his chest heaving as he half-expected someone to find him. To stop him. To offer something other than this

rage.

At this point, he didn't mind feeling guilty or ashamed, he just needed something else.

But nobody came and he was left alone. The anger swirled in his chest, mocking him, reminding him of his failure.

He hadn't worked this hard in life just to end up here. He was Thomas fucking Stone. Rosie wasn't supposed to betray him like this.

His mind drifted to her, and gradually, the rage faded away, replaced by memories of two of them tangled together in bed, laughing, whispering. His heart softened.

And then, without warning, a tèar fell.

He gave in to the emotions, at least it was better than anger. He cried, his body jerking from sadness and pent-up rage. Uncle Mike's condition was critical, Andrew was fighting for his life, the pain added to his sadness.

to his knees, holding the balcony railing. He didn't care who saw him, he just

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and in that weak moment, he

still human and

in business. Not in negotiation.

when the automated voice said the number didn't exist, he knew he had

phone, sniffling and wiping the

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he stretched his legs. He knew he should

again, listening to the

it

up and dusted himself

wrapped in each other's arms.

uncle was fighting. For a moment, he just stood there, letting the silence settle inside him. Then he stepped closer to the bed

This was probably the first time Thomas was

California and South America, Mike was

line moved steadily; everything looked and sounded right. Now, he could anly hope

else. Mike was like a father to him, guiding him

phone rang, snapping him out of thoughts. Mike didn't even

"Hey, Reina," he answered.

guilt crossed his chest. He hadn't gotten over the fact

words. And could he blame her? He was the one yelling at everyone in the office. "Good," he said flatly. Of course she knew he wasn't. "Why

the place. I'll deal with the rest later,"

sir," Reina said, relief

the call,

tucking the phone in his pocket. He turned

Mike, who

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behind him

Thomas," Ivy said, walking in

forcing a smile. “How are you doing?" he asked before

Uncle Mike and he saw the

was a simple gesture, but

"Is... he okay?"

turning

out and patted his shoulder but didn't say

stood by the bed,

about

yet," Thomas

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