Semua Bab My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Bab 91 - Bab 100

ARIA’S POVSuddenly, the door bursts open. My brothers, Neal and Nathan, accompanied by my dad, storm into my room with a sense of urgency. Their faces are etched with concern, mirroring the worry in their eyes as they hurriedly approach me.Neal's hand clutches mine tightly, while Nathan's brows furrow with anxiety and they speak in unison.“Aria! Are you okay, my little sister?”Thereafter, my dad's voice trembles slightly as he asks if I'm okay, his fear for my well-being palpable in the air. Their presence fills me with a rush of emotions—gratitude for their concern, relief at their arrival, but also a pang of guilt for causing them worry.“I’m fine…”I'm engulfed in their embrace, feeling overwhelmed as I realize I've narrowly escaped death. The warmth of their arms around me offers a sense of safety and comfort, grounding me in the reality of the moment. In their embrace, I find solace, gratitude, and an overwhelming sense of relief.“I know who did this to you!”Neal's anger is

SOPHIA’S POVI'm flooded with a mix of disbelief, frustration, and resentment. How could this situation have unfolded? First, Adam displaces me from the guest room to accommodate Aria, a move that already stung my pride.Then, he orchestrates the removal of Eva and Elodie, effectively clearing the way for Aria to take center stage in our lives.Adam has only informed me that after what happened to Grandpa because of me, I should move out of his residence as soon as possible. That wrinkly had to lose his memory just when I had revealed crucial information about Aria and Adam’s divorce! Only this part got erased from his shit memory.Adam has decided to bring this scum in his house to take care of him. But what I don’t understand is why Eva and Elodie have been moved out as well. Mother and daughter are unreachable and the suspense is killing me.PING!!!“Miss… You won’t believe this! Aria is back and she’s pregnant with Adam Sir’s child.”What the heck?! It’s a text from the maid I hav

ARIA’S POVEverything has been pretty calm at Adam’s residence. Grandpa’s condition remains the same, but he continues to pamper me with his sweet words and affection. Without Sophia, Elodie, or Eva around, I feel more at ease in the house.I've settled into a routine, and every morning before I leave for work, I reassure Grandpa that everything is going well and that I enjoy my job. He seems to have forgotten that I no longer work at Adam’s firm, so Adam and I maintain the façade by leaving together each day.Despite this, I miss driving my own car and hate the daily car rides with Adam. I feel that we are getting closer than before, and it’s quite disturbing. The proximity brings back memories and emotions I thought I had buried. Each ride feels like a test of my resolve, making it harder to maintain the distance I need from him.A day ago, the seat belt got stuck, and I couldn’t pull it. To my astonishment, Adam leaned in close, grabbing the seat belt from behind me. He managed to

ARIA’S POVSophia's reckless behavior leaves me incredulous. If Adam hadn't intervened when he did, who knows what harm she might have inflicted. Her actions reveal a disturbing disregard for the safety of those around her, especially considering her condition. The fear of what could have happened sends chills down my spine, making me realize just how dangerous and desperate she is.Even though I'm not injured, Adam rushes both of us to the hospital, insisting on a check-up because of the blows. His concern is evident, and while I appreciate his vigilance, the whole situation feels surreal. As we head to the hospital, I can't help but feel a mix of relief and lingering anxiety over what just happened.As Adam drives, Sophia's relentless chatter fills the car. Despite the tense atmosphere, she seems determined to keep talking, her words slicing through the air like knives.“Aria? Are you fine? Is your baby alright?”What the hell? How did she even find out about my ‘baby’? This baby si

ARIA’S POVMy question doesn't seem to faze Sophia at all. Instead, she keeps running her mouth, accusing me of turning off the cameras beforehand. Her accusations are relentless, and her confidence in her lies is infuriating. How can she be so brazen, so sure of herself? It's almost as if she’s rehearsed this act a thousand times.“Perhaps because you were going to do something else while no one was at home?”In fact, she's the one who barged in and charged at me, despite my efforts to avoid a confrontation. Yet here she is, turning everything around and making it seem like I'm the aggressor. The sheer audacity of her actions is infuriating.Nonetheless her accusations, especially about the cameras, are a clever move. She’s trying to create doubt, to make it seem like I’m the one hiding something. It’s a manipulative tactic, designed to turn the suspicion back onto me. And it’s working—her calmness, her relentless talking, it’s all designed to make me look guilty.“How did you know n