Semua Bab Divorcing My Ruthless Husband : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Summer’s Point of View“Missus Carter, please take your medicine. It’s essential for your health and the baby’s well-being. It’s concerning that you’ve been missing doses,” the nurse said, her voice filled with worry. She handed me a glass of water along with my medications.Senior Carter hired a nurse and four maids to take care of Stefani for me, as I was unable to function properly since the day Steven went missing. It had been a week, and there were still no leads on his whereabouts or any clues as to how he had vanished without a trace.The doctor informed me that my memory loss was becoming more stable and that I would soon be back to normal. However, amidst the positive news was the unfortunate revelation that Steven remains unfound.‘Steven, where are you, please? Come back, honey….’Clutching the ring I had held onto since the day I discovered the box's unsettling contents, my mind raced to comprehend the truth. Nestled within the box was a severed hand, adorned with our wedd

Summer’s Point of ViewAs I couldn’t bear seeing him lost in my sight, I stopped in my tracks and sobbed uncontrollably. “I-I can’t leave him!”I raced towards him and embraced him tightly. Suddenly, I noticed his hands were now unbound, as if by a miracle. He held me close and planted a gentle kiss on the top of my head.“Summer!” Matteo’s voice thundered. “Are you trying to fool me?!”“Be quiet, you scum!” Steven rumbled as he sent daggers piercing the man’s direction. He placed me behind his back, protected me with his body by standing firm like a rugged wall against my enemy. His breaths came rapidly, agitate easily discernible in his labored pants. “You never cease to stoop to new lows, do you?! You always play dirty games!”“Isn’t it how the world works? Win through any means necessary. You will break the rules so that you can get ahead in life. Do not pretend that you do not understand what I am implying to.”He raised his gun again, but this time I stepped forward and spread m

Summer’s Point of View“Can you really manage?” Celine extended her slender hand, gripping mine as I stepped out of the car.I smiled weakly in reply, yet all I could do was silently nod in response. I swiftly snatched my hand away from hers and stepped into the house. I had just assigned one of the guards to pick my car for me at the mall.As I perched on the edge of the sofa, my mind was a maelstrom of emotions. Tears refused to fall, yet my heart felt numb, and my stomach churned with dread. I embraced Devon and Stefani tightly though they were already asleep, hoping that their comforting presence would offer me a sliver of strength that I so desperately needed.After a moment, the door creaked open, and I slowly lifted my head. My tears wanted to pour down like a waterfall as I saw the figure in the doorway. Still, I showed no emotion on my face, my body unmoving despite wanting to shrink away."You're early," I forced out, my throat tight and constricting. I stood up on trembling

Summer's Point of View"..." I remained silent.“To clarify, she is my aunt. She is the youngest sister of my mom.” He sighed.I had a surprised reaction to what he said, causing me to bite my lower lip. Then, my cheeks turned cherry because of embarrassment. 'Oh my God! Why did I think there is going on between them?!'“She wants to meet Stefani and Devon, but I declined her request to prevent putting any strain on you. You just gave birth and I'm afraid you are still tired and stress... I convinced her that I would inform you beforehand before taking any further steps.” He stopped and tenderly kissed the bridge of my nose. “Please put your trust on me, because no matter what happens, I won’t do the thing that has been running in your head.”I was still, unable to utter a single word in response. Yet, despite my silence, I could sense clarity begin to emerge as all the unanswered questions that had been spinning around my head were slowly being put to rest.“I'm sorry for making you

Summer’s Point of viewFive years had gone by, Devon and Stefani had, in time, grown up. Steven’s firm had blossomed, yet to remain autonomous of the wealth he worked so hard, I returned from my designer career and became a model for my own designs.We were fortunate enough to find helpers to look after Stefani and Devon, all of them generous and affable. My initial days on the job were grueling since I had never been far away from my kids nor gone more than a day without seeing Steven. I was clueless that modeling would be so demanding, especially with such a tight timeline already in place.A whole week had gone by since I heard Steven’s voice. My time had been packed, bouncing between the studio and rehearsals for this upcoming runways show. All of these late nights had kept me from the ones I care about most - my family. Now that I was back in the studio, all I wanted to do was rush home and wrap my arms around them.“Let’s go!” my makeup artist announced.As she rose to her feet,