บททั้งหมดของ LOVE AFTER BETRAYAL: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Night had already fallen as the McCall private jet soared toward Honolulu International Airport. Hazel, who had been sleeping for hours, finally stirred, her body feeling more relaxed than it had in days. She yawned, stretching, before noticing Harden watching her with a smile. “You’re awake,” he said softly, his voice warm. Hazel blinked in confusion, her brows furrowing as she glanced around. “An airplane? What am I doing on a plane?” she asked, turning toward Harden, her blue eyes filled with questions. “Harden?” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. “What am I doing on an airplane?” Harden smiled calmly. “I promised to take you to my grandmother’s poetry museum, remember?” But Hazel didn’t seem reassured. Her expression remained skeptical. “Harden?” she called his name again, still trying to piece everything together. “We’re on our way to Hawaii. I wanted to fulfill your wish of staying far away from Alex,” Harden explained gently, but Hazel only sighed, turning her back

Everything Simon was saying was like a breeze in Alex’s ears, as all he focused on was the picture, not the subject that came with the email. “Boss, I think the assassin is aware of the madam as your wife. They are coming for her, and I think they know about her…” “Is my wife pregnant?” Alex’s voice was quiet and cold as he kept staring at the photo, which made Simon look at it again. He looked at the picture again before he gasped. “Is that Harden?” he asked, and Simon nodded, biting his lip. “Ye… yes, boss, but the subject is what we should be worried about. We need—” “Shut the fuck up, Simon!” Alex raised his voice, and Simon immediately apologized. “I’m sorry…” “Send guards to pick her up. She’s in Hawaii, that’s the Honolulu Museum,” Alex said, clenching his fists. Simon nodded, typing on his phone, and immediately sent the message, glancing at his boss, whose face had become red. “How many hours do we have?” Alex asked, and Simon checked his wristwatch. “Two hours. We

Alex couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He stood in the dimly lit hotel hallway, his eyes flicking between Harden’s smug expression and the blank confusion on Hazel’s face. His pregnant wife. His world. The woman he had sworn to protect. She looked at him, wide-eyed, seeking answers from the man who was just as lost as she was. But Alex had none. “What is he talking about?” Alex’s voice was quiet, but beneath the surface, it boiled with rage, threatening to erupt. Hazel shook her head slowly, her brows furrowing in pure confusion. She pressed a trembling hand to her swollen belly, as if to shield their child from the onslaught of emotions crashing over her. Her lips parted, but no words came. The truth was too overwhelming, too absurd to process all at once. Harden, the man responsible for this mess, stepped forward, his presence commanding the space with an arrogance that churned Alex’s gut. “She didn’t know,” Harden said coolly, not sparing Hazel a glance. He spoke directly to

Simon gripped the steering wheel tightly as he sped toward the airport, glancing in the rearview mirror to check on Alex and Hazel. They had only forty minutes before their flight took off. Every second counted. As soon as they arrived, Alex leaped out, opened Hazel’s door, and without hesitation, lifted her into his arms. She rested against him as he carried her in a bridal style, striding quickly toward the waiting jet. Meanwhile, back at the assassin headquarters, a scene of chaos unfolded. Thick plumes of smoke billowed into the sky, remnants of the recent explosion that had torn through the facility. Firefighters worked frantically to put out the flames, while agents scrambled to assist or evacuate the wounded. Over the roaring flames, the sounds of sirens and panicked voices mixed in a deafening symphony. Across the city, inside the vast, opulent mansion of the chairman of the assassin organization, AS01 paced furiously. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fists, resi

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the secluded villa, Alex stood at the large windows, watching the scene outside, his mind racing. Simon had gone to gather a security team, leaving Alex and Hazel alone for the moment. He turned when he heard Hazel’s soft footsteps approaching. “You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world,” she said, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to do this alone, Alex.” He turned, his expression softening as he looked at her. “It’s not just about protecting us, Hazel. If they’ve gone this far—burning down the company, attacking people close to me—they’re desperate. I need to end this, or they’ll keep coming.” Hazel met his gaze, determination sparking in her eyes. “Then we’ll end it together.” He sighed, cupping her face. “You’re the strongest person I know. You’ve gone through a lot because of me, but this… this is different. I don’t want you anywhere near what’s coming.”