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• Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle    Chapter 34

  Scarlett’s POV.I had been living at Leon’s estate for a few days. The peace had a way of wrapping around me, and without constant pressure, I found myself… resting.Really resting.My appetite came back. The nausea faded. My body didn’t ache the way it used to. The dark circles under my eyes had lightened. The sharp jabs of anxiety that used to hit me in waves—gone. I didn’t know if it was the food, the bed, or the sheer fact that no one here was treating me like I was disposable. Maybe all of it.But it felt temporary. Like I was borrowing time.These days were too calm. No opportunities had come up to act on anything I’d planned. Leon had been distant again, keeping to his study or out on business, and the longer I stayed here doing nothing, the more I started to feel like a kept woman.That wasn’t part of the plan.And worse—my money was running out.Everything I had saved from working was nearly gone. If I didn’t find something soon, I’d have no backup, no leverage, no way out if

• Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle    Chapter 33

  Scarlett’s POV.I paused at the threshold of the room.The coldness in the space said enough.We weren’t close. Not really. Not in a way that counted.If Leon were going through something, I couldn’t simply expect him to open up to me—could I?But his tone when he told me to get out…It was harsh. A little too harsh.All I wanted to do was to be helpful.The silence stretched between us, heavy and raw. He didn’t look at me. Just sat there with his elbows on his desk, head down, the muscles in his neck drawn tight.I suppose it was what it was. I turned to leave.But before I reached the door, I glanced back one more time—and that’s when I saw it.It wasn’t anger drawn tight across his expression.It was distress. Pain, even.The kind people didn’t show unless they thought no one was watching.I sighed under my breath and walked back in.Leon didn’t look at me, but I saw the way his jaw shifted slightly, like the words hit somewhere.I hesitated for a second longer, then crossed the roo

• Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle    Chapter 32

  Scarlett’s POV.Leon didn’t look at me like a man who was trying to pick a fight. He looked at me like a man laying down terms. His voice was calm when he asked, “Scarlett?”I stared at him.It was a reasonable question. But a question that felt so… cold. So businesslike. So Leon.I clenched my fingers against the side of the velvet couch, nails biting into my palm. There were a thousand answers I wanted to give him, most of them screaming inside my chest.One of many which I couldn’t say out loud. Like; so that you won’t die again under the hands of your nephew—just like you did in my previous life!But the words that came out were quiet. “I have your heir.”Leon didn’t flinch. His gaze dropped to my stomach, slow and considering, then flicked back up to my face. “And what benefit do I get before I confirm it’s mine?”I opened my mouth, but no sound came out at first. Then I laughed—but it wasn’t amused. It was bitter. Dry. “Wow. That’s what this is? You still want proof first?”Leon

• Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle    Chapter 31

  Leon’s POV.Scarlett stood at the edge of the room, her arms crossed tight over her chest, like she was bracing for impact.“Yes?” I asked, leaning forward, both hands in my pockets. I didn’t move closer, but my posture shifted just enough to show I was listening. “What kind of deal?”She exhaled slowly, like it took effort just to be here. “I used you to reject Caden’s proposal before,” she sighed. “And now, I need you to keep going with it.”“Keep going how, exactly?”She met my eyes. There was no hesitation now. “Pretend to be in a relationship with me.”I stared at her. The way she said it—calm, blunt—told me she’d thought it through. Or maybe she was desperate enough not to care how it sounded.I didn’t answer right away. I took a few steps toward her. She tensed, but she didn’t back away. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?”“Yes.” Again no hesitation.“For how long?”“As long as it takes,” she replied. “Until I finish what I started.”“And what exactly did you start?”

• Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle    Chapter 30

  Scarlett’s POV.I didn’t plan on going back to Leon’s house.But when he showed up outside Olivia’s apartment and told Caden to let me go, I didn’t argue.He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t ask me to explain. He just stood there, calm and firm, like he already knew what was happening.“I’ll take you home,” he prompted.And I let him.I wasn’t sure why I agreed to go with him, but I did. He had briefly mentioned that his mother, Miriam, was waiting for me at his house.Caden, of course, also followed us—wearing a smug, triumphant smile like he won the fight.As for Leon, he didn’t say much. He kept his distance, focused on the road.The ride was quiet. Neither of us spoke.He didn’t look at me, and I didn’t look at him.There was too much in the air between us. Accusations, silence, suspicion. And under all of that, something else. Something I hadn’t figured out yet.When we pulled into the driveway, I saw another car already parked out front.Caden.Of course he made sure to arrive

• Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle    Chapter 29

  Scarlett’s POV.I lay curled on Olivia’s small couch, the scratchy blanket pulled over my legs, my phone screen lighting up the shadows of the living room.My bank balance hadn’t changed.I had refreshed the app four times in the last ten minutes, as if the numbers would magically shift while I stared.But the truth didn’t change: I didn’t have enough to move out. Not for a place of my own. Not for rent and groceries. Definitely not enough for a child.I closed the app and dropped the phone onto my chest.It was quiet in the apartment. Too quiet.Olivia’s boyfriend had started spending more time here, which was fair—it was her home, not mine. I was just the temporary guest she didn’t have the heart to push out.But I couldn’t keep living like this. I had to find a way to stand on my own again. Not just for me, but for the child growing inside me.I had to find a job.My hand drifted to my stomach.It still didn’t feel real. There was no bump, no movement, no physical change. But I kne