# Chapter 706: The Abyss Beneath the Surface
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 706 of "My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews." Get ready, because this chapter is an emotional rollercoaster that peels back the layers of Lewis's mysterious persona, revealing something both terrifying and heartbreaking. Trust me, you won't want to miss a single word of what's about to unfold!
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The tension in the hospital corridor was so thick you could have sliced it with a knife. Lewis stepped forward with a deadly calm that made the air itself feel heavier, positioning his body like a shield between Oliver and everything he held sacred.
His voice dropped to an icy whisper, but the words crashed against Oliver like a sledgehammer.
"You think you can disturb Grandma's rest? Try it, and I'll take your legs off."
Those words hung in the air, razor-sharp and absolute. Oliver felt a chill race down his spine so violent that for a moment, he couldn't move at all. He simply stood there, frozen in place, staring at a man he suddenly didn't recognize.
This wasn't the Lewis he knew.
Sure, Lewis had always been intimidating—that was common knowledge. But he was usually a man of composure, someone who wielded his power with surgical precision and restraint. He was the calm voice in family disputes, the measured negotiator who played by the rules. At least, that's what everyone believed.
But this version of Lewis? This man looked like he had crawled out of the deepest pits of hell itself, dragging shadows behind him that few had ever seen.
Oliver's legs nearly buckled beneath him. He had to steady himself against the nearest wall just to keep from collapsing like a coward. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, and he thanked every deity he could think of that he hadn't actually crossed the line.
The silence stretched between them, suffocating and brutal.
Then, out of nowhere, Keira appeared at Lewis's side.
She moved quietly, as if she understood the fragility of the moment, and slipped her hand into his.
The effect was instantaneous.
The moment her fingers intertwined with Lewis's, the icy fury that radiated from him began to thaw. His tense shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly, and the storm in his eyes settled into something resembling calm. It was as if she had yanked him back from the very edge of a precipice he hadn't realized he was standing on.
Keira had always known Lewis wasn't ordinary. That much was obvious from the beginning. He operated in two worlds—the legitimate one where he built an empire with clean hands, and another, darker sphere where things happened in the shadows that she could only guess at. But she'd always seen him maintain a careful balance, playing by the rules in his own country, being the voice of reason when family tensions threatened to boil over.
But now? Everything was different.
In that moment, looking at the man whose hand she held, Keira understood something profoundly unsettling. Lewis had always carried a darker, more obsessive side beneath that polished exterior. His grandmother was the anchor that kept that darkness tethered. She was the one who held the chains, who kept the beast at bay, who kept him human.
And with the old matriarch fading, that anchor was slipping away.
Keira couldn't stop the terrifying thought from forming: What happens when Grandma's gone? What will Lewis become?
Her mind drifted back to a conversation she'd had with old Mrs. Horton, back when things were simpler. The elderly woman had held her hand tightly, her grip surprisingly strong despite her fragile frame, and said something that had puzzled Keira at the time.
"If I'm gone, Lewis won't have anyone. He won't be able to handle it..."
Back then, Keira had innocently assumed the old woman was speaking of emotional pain, of the natural grief that comes from losing a beloved grandparent. Now, she realized how naive that interpretation had been. There was something much darker lurking beneath those words—a warning she hadn't fully comprehended until now.
Memories flashed through her mind like a slideshow of revelations.
She remembered their time in Country A, where Lewis had made promises to safely handle the people who needed to be dealt with. The trip had felt oddly peaceful, almost like a vacation, free of real danger. But now she wondered—was that safety real, or was she simply blind to the storm swirling around her?
Then there were the meetings.
The late-night phone calls where Lewis spoke in languages she couldn't identify, his voice dropping to conspiratorial whispers. The hushed conversations that would stop the moment she walked into the room. The business dealings she could only speculate about, conducted in shadows and code words.
Like puzzle pieces clicking into place, the truth began to form.
She didn't really know this man at all.
The realization hit Keira like a splash of cold water, and her grip on Lewis's hand involuntarily loosened. But before she could pull away, he tightened his hold, his fingers securing around hers as if he could sense her doubt and was refusing to let it take root.
Lewis took a deep breath, and when he faced Oliver again, his cold expression had returned—controlled, calculating, utterly in command.
"I'll allow your people to visit Grandma in the mornings and evenings," he announced, his tone brooking no argument. "But if Selena keeps stirring up drama about company shares or family relationships, I don't want to hear it again. And if Grandma tells them to leave, they'd better go immediately. If they pull any tricks, don't blame me for being ruthless."
It was a concession. A limited, conditional gift that Lewis was granting not out of kindness, but probably because the old Mrs. Horton would have wanted peace in her final days.
Oliver, still shaken from his near-death experience, released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Fine," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Without another word, he turned and practically fled, his legs carrying him away as fast as dignity would allow. Only when he had put substantial distance between himself and that terrifying presence did he notice that his entire body was drenched in sweat.
"Oliver," came a soft voice, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
He turned to find Marisa Walsh waiting for him, her gentle features etched with concern. "How did it go?"
Oliver forced himself to take a steadying breath. "It's done. Starting tomorrow, you and Selena can visit Grandma morning and night." He reached out and took her hand, a gesture that was equal parts comfort for her and grounding for himself. "But Grandma's always been cold toward us. You might face some tough situations when you visit."
Marisa smiled softly, her fingers squeezing his reassuringly. "It's okay. I can handle it. I've put up with worse for you. Being your mistress all these years, I've had to endure so many harsh looks, so what's a little more?"
Her words struck Oliver straight in the heart, and a wave of emotion washed over him. Guilt. Gratitude. Shame. Love. It was a complicated cocktail that left him trembling slightly. "Marisa, I'm so sorry for everything..."
"There's no need," Marisa said gently, shaking her head in that selfless way she always did.
But just then, as if she had been waiting for the perfect moment, Selena appeared. Her timing was impeccable—a performer who knew exactly when to make her entrance.
"Mom, why haven't you ever told Dad about the things you've been through?"
Marisa frowned immediately, a flash of panic crossing her features. "Selena, don't start."
But the seed of curiosity had already been planted. Oliver's eyes narrowed with newfound interest. "What is it? What's she talking about?"
Selena sighed dramatically, clearly relishing the role of the wronged daughter revealing the truth. "Back when your wife was around, she would go out of her way to humiliate Mom. She told the stores not to let her shop. She made sure all those society ladies knew Mom was your mistress, Dad, and because of that, none of them would ever invite her to anything. Mom's spent all these years cooped up in that empty house, just waiting for you."
Oliver's expression darkened like a storm cloud forming on the horizon. "That wretched woman! I told her to treat you better, but behind my back, she was pulling stunts like that!"
Selena let out another long, theatrical sigh, pressing her hand to her chest. "Mom didn't want to cause any trouble, so she always avoided events where Mrs. Horton might show up. But no matter how hard she tried, she'd still run into her, and every time, Mrs. Horton would bully her, even getting the other ladies to gang up on her. They all look down on her, calling her a homewrecker, saying she broke up your marriage."
Marisa immediately tried to downplay the revelation, waving her hand dismissively. "Selena, enough. In a marriage, the one who isn't loved is the real outsider. I've never cared about what people say."
Tears welled up in Selena's eyes, glistening with practiced perfection. "I know you don't care, Mom. And I don't care about being called an illegitimate child either."
The word "illegitimate" hung in the air like a bitter curse.
Marisa quickly wiped at her own eyes, the tears coming almost on cue. "Sweetheart, why are you talking like that? Have you been treated unfairly because of your background?"
It was a masterpiece of manipulation, a perfectly orchestrated performance that painted Marisa as the tragic heroine and Oliver's late wife as the villain. Whether any of it was entirely true mattered less than the emotional impact it was having on Oliver.
His fists clenched at his sides, his anger building with every word. He had been blind, he thought. Blind to the suffering of the woman he loved and the daughter he'd tried to acknowledge.
Meanwhile, back in the hospital room, a different kind of storm was brewing.
Keira stood at Lewis's side, acutely aware of the darkness that swirled around him like an invisible storm. In her mind, she knew the visit was a necessary compromise. The consequences of refusing would mean unnecessary conflict; it might even hurt Grandma's goodwill.
But the concessions felt wrong. She had to trust that Lewis's judgment was sound, that he knew what he was doing.
Her thoughts kept circling back to that moment when she'd touched his hand, and she couldn't shake a lingering sense of unease.
One thing was certain: she had to be there, standing beside him, watching and understanding more deeply.
Because if Lewis was falling into an abyss, Keira was determined to find a way to hold onto him.
But the question remained: could she hold on long enough to save him from the monster that lurked beneath the surface?
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
What an intense chapter! This one really pulled back the curtain on Lewis's dark side, and I have to admit, it sent chills down my spine. The way he threatened Oliver was bone-chilling, and the insight into how his grandmother kept that darkness under control makes me desperate to know what happens when she's gone. The manipulation scene with Marisa and Selena was also brilliantly written—you can't help but admire their cunning even while you hate what they're doing. Keira's growing realization that she doesn't truly know her husband adds a layer of melancholy to an already emotional chapter. The grandmother's warning just keeps echoing in my mind: "If I'm gone, Lewis won't have anyone." I'm simultaneously terrified and excited to see where this goes.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Based on this chapter's cliffhangers, I predict the next chapter will see Marisa and Selena making their first visit to old Mrs. Horton, and you know they're going to use that time to manipulate the dying matriarch for their own gain. Meanwhile, Keira will likely try to investigate Lewis's darker side more actively, possibly discovering something that could either bring them closer together or drive a wedge between them. The real question is: will Grandma say something to her visitors that shifts the power dynamics? And just how unstable is Lewis becoming as his anchor slips away?
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