Semua Bab Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal : Bab 51 - Bab 60

“...from training. I pushed myself too hard, and some of the wounds reopened before they could heal.” I exhaled softly, my gaze dropping to my hands. “I didn’t want you to find out… which is why I went with Cole.” Telling him everything made it feel like a huge burden was lifted from my back, but I couldn't look him in the eye. I didn't want to see what he felt because deep down, I knew already and it made my chest ache. Next to me, he let out a deep sigh that confirmed my suspicion. I flinched when I felt his finger gently graze a barely visible bruise on my arm. “You should have told me.” He was angry. I could hear it… feel it, but I could also hear the guilt as he added. “I should have suspected. The signs were there.” Slowly, I turned to face him, my heart breaking when I saw the miserable look on his face. “It has nothing to do with you. Besides, there's no way you could have known. I just didn't want—” “She's fired.” His words made me halt in my speech. I blinked twice as I

AMBER“Yes.” He replied calmly, not batting an eyelid. I nodded, much calmer than I thought I'd be if he admitted to it.I hesitated before asking. “Have you killed before?” I wasn't sure how to feel if he said yes. Someone as wealthy and influential as he was would have probably faced numerous threats, and he rarely went around with bodyguards so he was probably capable of wielding a gun.But anytime I remember the picture Cole sent, I couldn't help but shudder. If he could beat up his brother to that extent just because he helped him, what else wouldn't he do? But I didn't fully believe Cole either. Curtis wasn't stupid nor an ingrate. I had spent over four months with him so I could tell that much.Even if he hated Cole, he wouldn't beat him up because he helped me. Something else must have happened. I wanted to ask him why he would threaten to kill Cole and if he would actually pull through with it, but I couldn't bring myself to. And I also didn't want him to know Cole told me. I

Marcella was the only woman he cared about. The man he used to be was nothing but a facade he wore to lure me in. The water cascaded down my body, blending with the tears that refused to stop. It was warm, yet it did nothing to dull the pain clawing at my heart. I slid down the wall of the shower, my sob louder. Before we got married, he loved me… I thought he did. He showered me with affection and attention until he won my heart and we got married. I thought it was a ‘He fell first, but she fell harder’ situation, but it didn't take too long for me to find out he never loved me.The way he looked at Marcella during the family gatherings. It was subtle but I noticed it because it was the same way he looked at me before we got married. Eventually, he confessed he only married me because I had her eyes.I scoffed as I recalled how he had said it like there was nothing wrong with it… like he hadn't toyed with and caged my heart all because he thought my eyes were like hers. If that was

LILITH Marcella's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp as she asked. “Why are you asking?” I blinked, faking innocence. “I just said I was trying to reach you. It was the first time I'd been unable to reach you so I was concerned.” I said, my voice low and soft as though her words hurt me. Guilt flashed across her eyes. She sighed before saying, “I was…” she paused, probably wondering whether to tell me the truth or lie. “I was just asleep, and turned my phone off.” Her eyes didn't leave mine, watching to see my reaction. My heart sank to my stomach as I realized she wasn't who I thought she was, but I still chose to hold on to the hope that there was some misunderstanding. Maybe she just didn't want me to worry about it. Why do you keep letting them take you for an idiot, Lilith? The voice in my head asked, but I blocked it out. Marcella wouldn't betray me. She lied, but… there was a reason. She was the only good thing marrying into Cole's family brought me. Everyone else

CURTIS Aidbe was the kind of restaurant where only the right people got in. No reservations, no waiting lists. If you had to ask how to get a table, you weren’t important enough. It thrived on exclusivity, where privacy was a given and silence was the real price of entry. Aiden sat across from me, pouring himself the fourth glass of wine like it was his first time tasting it. His ever-present smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his hood was up, shadowing his face. I guess his aesthetic for December was mysterious and brooding. No matter how much I thought about it, probably once, it was childish. He looked every bit like a man who didn’t take anything seriously, except money. And that was exactly what he was. This was the very reason we could be nothing more than business partners. I set my glass down. “I need things to get worse for Cole.”