Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 210

Lately, James had been showing up at the hospital every afternoon without fail. He’d sit with Emmy, keeping her company, chatting about nothing and everything, making sure she didn’t feel alone as she recovered.

But today, for the first time, he didn’t come. Teresa, her mom, noticed right away and figured Emmy must have had a fight with him. She couldn’t help but ask, her tone gentle but curious.

Emmy glanced at her phone. She’d gone for her usual run in the park that afternoon and even sent James a sweaty, grinning selfie, hair stuck to her forehead, cheeks flushed. But he hadn’t replied. Not even an emoji.

She tried to swallow down the weird ache in her chest, keeping her voice light. “He’s probably tied up with some rescue work. You know how it is.”

Teresa squeezed Emmy’s hand. “James is a good guy, sweetheart. He treats you so well. Make sure you treat him well too, okay? Don’t go picking fights.”

Emmy felt a little helpless. “Mom, I didn’t fight with him. He really is busy.”

“Alright,” Teresa said, a little sigh in her voice. “Why don’t you go back to the apartment with him tomorrow? I’ll be fine here with the nurses and staff.”

“No way.” Emmy shot down the idea before she could even think about it, her tone firm.

“I’m still recovering, Mom. I need to stay here with you.”

And honestly, after everything that had gone down with her dad, Emmy didn’t trust leaving her mom alone. She and Teresa had completely cut ties with him, and lately he and the rest of the family had been sending people around, testing boundaries. Her bodyguards had chased them all off so far, but if her mom got hurt again, Emmy would never forgive herself.

She was determined to stay until her mom was discharged.

Teresa just sighed, patted Emmy’s hand, and let it go.

The next day came and went. Still no word from James.

A cold, prickly feeling crept up Emmy’s spine. Something was off.

Usually, if James didn’t text back, she’d find out later he was grumpy about something dumb. But this time felt different. They’d been perfectly fine—just two nights ago, he’d cornered her in the fire escape, kissed her so hard she thought her knees might give out, and nearly dragged her off to a hotel.

Now, Emmy’s expression tightened. She walked out onto the balcony, phone in hand, and dialed James’s number.

A cold, robotic voice answered: “The number you’ve dialed is switched off.”

Her heart thudded painfully. She immediately tried Will.

No answer.

A wave of dread crashed over her.

She couldn’t help but remember a month ago, when James had been ambushed by a dozen men. Was Dean coming after him again? Or maybe her dad and those relatives—if they couldn’t get to her or her mom, would they try to hurt James instead?

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