My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Jenkins was utterly defeated.

She ignored everyone and retreated straight to her tiny room at the Olsen estate.

Despite her cover as Lion being blown, she wasn't treated any differently. Still, the accommodations didn't match the comfort Erin enjoyed in Charles's room—especially since Charles had voluntarily moved into the guestroom for her.

Jenkins sprawled on her bed, torn between crying and screaming.

So Clownfish had driven her away just to flex some control? As long as she left, everything was fine, and returning was perfectly okay?

For years, she had longed to see her friends in Country A but didn't dare visit, fearing she'd endanger them. Now, after everything, it turned out she'd been overthinking it.

She clenched her fists in frustration. Clownfish was maddening! Infuriating!

Grabbing her pillow, she pummeled it as if it were Clownfish's face. The occasional muffled yells from her room echoed faintly into the hall.

In the living room, Erin glanced at Keira, who was working on her laptop. "Should we, I don't know, try to console her? She sounds pretty crushed."

Keira didn't even look up. "Why bother? Peter's already standing outside her door."

a brow. "But he hasn't

who tries right now is asking for trouble. Didn't you see the murderous look in her eyes earlier?"

though sympathy flickered across her face. She cracked open a bag of pistachios. "Honestly, if I were her, I'd lose it too. Clownfish hasn't changed a bit since we were kids—always

typing. "What does Clownfish even look like

idea. We were three years old! How's anyone supposed to know how they'd turn

only deepened. She wanted as much information as possible about Clownfish. Her

placed Clownfish in

kids?" Keira pressed. "Anything odd about her

but I remember Clownfish's parents being kind of eccentric. Clownfish hated going home. And yeah, she was a weird kid—kept to herself, never joined in during nap time, playtime, or

being kind of eccentric. Clownfish hated going home. And yeah, she was a weird kid—kept to herself, never joined in during nap time, playtime, or even group baths. She'd just sit alone. Oh, and she had a thing for bugs. Used to bring all

Keira blinked. "A rat?"

Keera nearly fainted. You know how soft she is—totally the type to freak

just a mischievous child; Clownfish's

"And?" Keira prompted.

her head. "That's about all I remember. It's not like my memory is flawless, especially for stuff from when I was three.

vividly recall their own painful experiences while easily forgetting others'. And at that age, details blurred into