Todos os capítulos de My Cold Husband : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

The storm had been relentless for hours, casting an oppressive atmosphere over the house. Rain drummed against the windows, streaking down the glass in chaotic patterns. Inside, the fire crackled weakly in the chimney fireplace, but its warmth felt distant compared to the icy knot in Lily’s stomach. She sat curled in the deep armchair, a blanket draped over her shoulders and a half-empty cup of coffee growing cold in her trembling hands. Her eyes were fixed on the flickering flames, but her mind was far away-trapped in a loop of memories she couldn’t silence. Zared. His name echoed in her thoughts like a haunting melody she couldn’t turn off. The sharpness in his eyes that day, the way he had looked at her as though she were both his strength and his weakness, like he would do anything to bring her back. His presence was etched into her memory, tangled with fear, confusion, and something she couldn’t quite name. Behind her, the faint creak of the door stirred her from her

Lily’s eyes lifted to meet his, and for a moment, she looked so small, so fragile, wrapped in that blanket with fear and exhaustion in those eyes of her.“What do we do now?” she asked softly. Aaron’s voice was firm, steady. “We leave. Tomorrow. The penthouse is secure, it’ll be harder for anyone to get close without being noticed.”Lily’s lips parted slightly as she processed his words. “You mean… we’ll leave this house? Just like that?” “Yes.” Aaron’s hand reached out hesitantly before resting lightly on her knee, his touch warm through the thick fabric of the blanket. “I know this is sudden-very sudden in fact, but I cant compromise in this matter. You are not safe here, no matter how much security and no matter how many bodyguards I hire, we dont know who we are dealing with. I'll ask Clara to move as well, we'll stay there until this matter is resolved, she'll be there, don't worry."Her breath hitched slightly as she looked down at his hand, then back into his sharp silver eye

Across from the bed, a white study table stood neatly arranged. Her laptop rested on one side, while another vase of tulips and a matching candle mirrored the bedside arrangement. A small tabletop mirror reflected the faint light, and beside it sat a framed photo-a captured moment of happiness from one of their picnics. In the picture, Lily, Clara, and Aaron smiled brightly, frozen in time amidst sunlit grass and laughter. Beside it was the door to the washroom and the bathroom.On the other side of her bed was the door to the walk-in closet. Beside it was a mirror on covering half the wall. This was the real life room from her Pinterest board. Even though she had a huge room back at her father's mansion, she never got to style it how she wanted to. Aaron had done so much for her-for her happiness. Lily appreciated and even teared up a bit at the realisation of what lengths he had gone to just to make her happy and protect her. As someone who has never had anyone do things for her, s

It wasn’t just a distraction. It couldn’t be. At least not for her. Maybe she should wait till her mind cleared, she told herself, maybe she was too high on stress and emotions. But then she closed her eyes for a brief second, swallowing the pang of disappointment that threatened to rise. It was just a distraction, she told herself again, trying to convince her heart to accept the truth. But no matter how hard she tried, the feeling that there was something more-something deeper between them-lingered. Yet, she didn’t say a word. She only nodded again, trying to mask the confusion and longing stirring within her. The room had settled into a fragile silence, the air still charged with the remnants of everything that had passed between them. Lily sat on the edge of the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. Aaron had stepped away, giving her space, but he lingered nearby, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, he got up s

Aaron led Lily through a narrow hallway, up a metal staircase, and finally to a door with faded paint. He pushed it open and stepped aside, his hand lightly touching her lower back as he guided her forward. Lily froze in the doorway as her breath caught slightly. The rooftop garden stretched before her, wild and unkempt but undeniably beautiful. Overgrown ivy clung to the railings, and clusters of flowers-violets, daisies, roses, peonies, sunflowers and something yellow she couldn’t name-poked through cracks in the stone floor. In one corner hung a double seater swing, sun-bleached and inviting. Beyond the edge of the roof, the sprawling city skyline glittered in the sunlight, a sea of glass and steel shimmering under the morning glow. “It’s…” Lily trailed off, words failing her as she stepped closer. “Peaceful?” Aaron offered, his voice low but steady. She nodded faintly. “Yeah.” Aaron’s lips twitched into a faint smile as he stepped forward. “Come on.” They walke