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The Old Patriarch is Awake
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2025-10-16 09:32:02
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Chasing His Ex-Wife Back (Billionaire Contract Wife) Vincent Was There,Right?
By the time the cab turned into Adrian’s estate, the last of daylight was fading behind the horizon. The sun hung low — a molten disk of gold sinking slowly into the embrace of evening clouds. Its glow spilled across the city in muted strokes of amber and bronze, touching the mansion’s tall iron gates with a faint glimmer.I sat in silence, my fingers curled lightly over the strap of my bag. The hum of the engine and the faint rhythm of the tires over the paved road filled the quiet space around me. Normally, this kind of evening — soft, golden, quiet — would have brought me peace. But tonight, peace felt foreign. The air inside the car pressed heavy against my chest, filled with thoughts I couldn’t shake.When the cab rolled to a stop, I lifted my gaze toward the familiar sight before me. Adrian’s mansion loomed ahead — tall, dignified, and surrounded by a garden that smelled faintly of lilies and fresh soil. The flowers were just beginning to close their petals for the night. The br
Chasing His Ex-Wife Back (Billionaire Contract Wife) A Close Encounter
As I left the hospital room, I told myself I needed to give Grandpa and Grandma some space. They had only just reunited after all that chaos, and the last thing I wanted was to linger and make everyone uncomfortable—especially with Vincent standing right there.I didn’t bother to look at him when I turned away. My heels clicked softly against the quiet corridor floors, echoing in my ears like faint heartbeats. I just wanted to breathe freely, away from the piercing gaze that followed me everywhere.I wandered down the corridor, trying to steady my thoughts, when a sudden impulse took hold of me. Maybe it was the quiet hum of the hospital lights or the faint flutter I felt in my lower abdomen—but I found myself heading toward the obstetrics department.I’d been meaning to check. The worry had been gnawing at me since that night in the cell—the fear that the stress, the lack of food, or the endless crying had somehow harmed the tiny life within me.When the doctor finally handed me the
Chasing His Ex-Wife Back (Billionaire Contract Wife) The Old Patriarch is Awake
(Alice’s POV)The sun was soft that morning, the kind that painted the garden in hues of gold and peace. I sat quietly beneath the cherry tree in Adrian’s garden, trimming away a few withered petals while the wind carried the faint scent of jasmine. A week had passed since I left the police station. The calm in this place still felt unreal — like I had stepped out of a storm and somehow landed in a world that didn’t know rain.For once, my heart didn’t ache when I breathed.The gentle hum of bees filled the air, and somewhere behind me, the gardener was watering the lilies. I was lost in the rhythm of it all — the sound, the silence, the small joy of being able to sit beneath open skies again — when my phone began to vibrate softly against the wooden table.I reached for it absently, glancing at the screen. “Old Butler ” flashed on the display.My heart gave a small leap.“Hello?” I answered quickly, my voice trembling just a little.The familiar old voice on the other end was bright
Chasing His Ex-Wife Back (Billionaire Contract Wife) The Days That Began to Heal Me
The first few days at Adrian’s mansion passed like quiet whispers in the wind — gentle, almost unreal.Each morning, I would wake to the sound of birds nesting on the window ledge, the faint rustle of leaves outside, and the warmth of sunlight pouring into the room. For the first time in what felt like years, there were no guards, no harsh voices, no one calling my name in accusation.Only silence.And peace.The kind I never thought I’d taste again.The first morning after my release, Adrian insisted I stay indoors and rest. “You’ve carried too much weight for too long,” he’d said in that calm, grounding voice of his. “Let your body remember what safety feels like.”He didn’t hover or fuss. He just made sure I had everything I needed.Breakfasts were light — freshly baked bread, warm soup, and tea sweetened just enough to calm my nerves. The maids were kind but careful not to. They seemed to know not to ask questions, to simply let me exist quietly.Sometimes, I would find Adrian in
Chasing His Ex-Wife Back (Billionaire Contract Wife) Free At Last
I sat in Adrian's car, feeling the quiet hum of the city against my skin, unsure whether to breathe or cry. The faint buzz of streetlights flickered overhead, and my reflection in the window beside me looked nothing like the woman I used to be.My hands trembled slightly as I clutched the small bag that held my belongings — a phone, a few documents, and the scarf Adrian had given me when he last visited.“Alice,” he called quietly, as though saying my name might shatter something fragile.For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The sound of his voice — calm, deep, and achingly familiar — felt like a rope pulling me back from the edge of something dark.He moved closer, placing one of his palms on mine. “You’re free,” he murmured, almost as if reassuring himself. “It’s over now.”My lips parted, but the words stuck in my throat. I managed only a faint nod.He reached out again, hesitated, then gently brushed his fingers against my wrist — a silent invitation. I let him take my hand. His warmth
Chasing His Ex-Wife Back (Billionaire Contract Wife) The Truth Unveiled
It had been a week since I was locked up in that suffocating cell, and the walls had already begun to feel like they were breathing with me — stale air, cold cement, the constant buzz of fluorescent light flickering over my head.Each passing day had been nothing short of torture.Not the kind that comes from bruises or chains — but from silence, from the way time stretched painfully when you had nothing left but thoughts that refused to stop whispering why and how.Vincent had been coming to visit lately — though I didn’t know why.Sometimes he’d stand outside the cell without saying a word, his tall frame casting a long shadow through the small bars. Sometimes he’d ask short questions — “Are you eating?” “Do you need anything?” — in that same cold, distant tone that made my chest tighten.And sometimes, he just watched me — his eyes unreadable, like he was trying to see through me, searching for something I couldn’t give him anymore.I didn’t know whether to hate him or to pity him.
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