Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 36 The space is considerably more apparent now that I am alone. Christie and I don’t have any furniture, food, or money. And neither of us is employed. It will take months to restore this property to its previous glitzy splendour. I have no idea how to get us back on our feet, and I am quite frightened about starting the process. Christie, I’m sure, is as well. In that case, where are they?

I get up from the floor mattress and walk to the bathroom. I let the water run over my fair skin and blond hair.

Despite the heat, I find the water really calming. As it rushes over my body, the water represents my freedom. It envelops me, drop by drop, freeing my confined senses and conflicting emotions. It reminds me that I have returned home and am no longer burdened by the dreadful life I had at the mansion.

I hurriedly exit the shower and grab my towel. I walk on tiptoe across the white tiles, around the empty flat, to my bag in the corner. I pull on a pair of jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and my favourite Converse shoes. I pull my hair into a messy ponytail and smile. It feels wonderful to be out of those stiff corporate clothes and be back on my own.

I feel like me again.

Just then, the door swings open and Christie and Peter walk in, carrying two brown bags. She is dressed in black leggings and a bright red exercise top. She appears flustered but natural. I quite like this look on her.

“Hey, sis!” I say excitedly. I run over to her and help with the bags, setting them down on the kitchen counter.

“Hey, honey! Don’t you look cute! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in jeans and a t-shirt.” “Are you sure? “By the way, I love that look on you,” I remark softly as I select an apple from one of the bags and put myself up on the counter. “What happened to you two this morning?” How is your candy hidden in your pocket, Peter? Could I have some?”

The youngster smiled and dashed to the restroom. “Mommy, I need to pee.” The little boy grumbled and disappeared into the hallway. “Oh well, I simply had to go for a walk.” It was really lovely outside. I missed taking walks around the neighbourhood. I had forgotten how lovely the mornings are here. Then I went to the farmers market for some goods after checking on our belongings in storage, which should be delivered in two days.”

deep sigh. I could tell being home was

interjected. The last thing I want her to do is ruining the

me get this out,” she states firmly. “I thought

and I need to apologize. I am sorry for putting you through everything that happened. I should never

out and rub her arm in

never should’ve given it up. And to think, if it weren’t for you… I wouldn’t have found out the truth. I’m so sorry for arguing with you and I’m even sorrier for making you

sister, I should’ve known better. Please forgive me, sweetheart.” She sniffles, holding me

apologize. I’m sorry for being so mean to you. There were times when I was so out of line and disrespectful.” I pull away and stare into her cloudy eyes., “Oh, sis. It’s so

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Two days later.

couch

design layout of the facility. As soon as an item or box is placed, I move it around and add my own decorative touch to make the flat feel homier. I’ll be finished with the living room soon. It has the same dark rug we’ve had for years; a polished coffee table, a plush white sofa, and a few family photos and Kenyan portraits on the walls. I next hung pale cream curtains above the sliding door that leads to the balcony and added a few vintage lamps to give the flat

not be any happier. Just as I

wall opposite my bed, I hear a soft knock

the fridge…”xl peered out of my bedroom window to see her hop over some boxes, rolled up wallpaper, tools, and other miscellaneous items. When she finally reaches the door, she swings it open and freezes. “Christie… who is it?” When she did not answer me, I let go of the dresser and walked out of my bedroom. As soon as I am close enough to