Semua Bab From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms : Bab 41 - Bab 50

VICTOR Isabella had no idea that I heard everything. Every single poisonous word that came out of her mouth. I had already accepted that she was nothing more than a greedy, manipulative woman. But hearing her actually confess to murdering Sophia? Hearing her say that she lured her own half-sister into a building and burned her to death? It took everything in me not to react. This woman. This woman I had once loved, defended, and given everything to… she was a murderer. And I had been her fool. She sat beside me, running her fingers along my arm as she spoke, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “Did you hear what Lucas said, Victor?” she murmured. “He thinks you’re going to wake up and kick me out. Can you believe that?” She sighed. “I mean, I married you even though it was obvious you were dying. And now your dear brother thinks he can just take everything from me?” I lay motionless, my heart pounding with fury. She chuckled softly. “Lucas… poor Lucas.

SOPHIA Days turned into weeks, and before I knew it, an entire month had passed. I couldn’t say I wasn’t relieved. The doctor had ordered me to rest for the past few weeks, treating me like a fragile piece of glass. At first, I hated it...being confined to bed, constantly watched over, unable to do anything for myself or Caleb, the angel in my life. But I knew it was for the best. My body had been through a lot, and so had my mind. Still, when the one-month mark finally arrived, I was beyond happy to be free of that prison of blankets and pillows. Caleb took me to the hospital for my check-up, driving with the same calm confidence he always had. He never complained, never made me feel like I was a burden, even though I knew I had been, in more ways than one. At the hospital, the doctor ran his usual tests, checking my vitals and the baby’s growth. When he finally looked up, a small smile on his lips, I felt the tension in my chest ease. “You’re doing great,” he said. “You

VICTOR My phone rang just as I was reviewing the latest reports in my office. I sighed, rubbing my temples. It had been a long day, and I wasn’t in the mood for interruptions. But when I saw my mother’s name flashing on the screen, I straightened. She rarely called me during business hours. I picked up. “Mom?” Her voice came through the line, breathless and urgent. “Victor, you need to come home. Now.” My stomach tightened. “What’s wrong?” “It’s an emergency. Just come home.” Her voice held a note of panic that I had never heard before. Without wasting a second, I grabbed my keys and strode out of my office, ignoring my secretary’s attempt to stop me. Whatever it was, it had to be serious. I drove home as fast as I could, my mind racing with possibilities. Had she fallen sick? Had something terrible happened at home? But when I arrived and stepped into the house, my mother stood in the living room, clutching a stack of papers in her hands. “What’s going on?” I ask

SOPHIA I kept my head down, my arms wrapped tightly around Caleb as I sat in the car, feeling completely drained. My chest still ached from all the emotions I had bottled up during that disastrous meeting. I just wanted to leave everything behind...Victor, his mother, the past. But Victor wouldn’t let go. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of knuckles rapping against the car window made me stiffen. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Victor stood by the door, knocking insistently. “Sophia, come out. Let’s talk.” I pulled away from Caleb but turned my head away, refusing to acknowledge Victor. Caleb remained silent, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his jaw clenched. The knocking continued. “Sophia, please. Just talk to me. I....” Caleb sighed and finally turned to me. “Do you want me to drive off?” he asked quietly. I nodded. Without hesitation, he started the engine. Victor called my name again, knocking harder. But Caleb pressed on the gas and drove off

VICTOR I stood there, frozen, as Caleb’s car disappeared from sight. Sophia had left. With him. The weight of it crushed me. I turned to my mother, searching her face for some kind of explanation...anything that would make sense of what had just happened. She sighed, as if expecting my reaction. “Victor, calm down,” she said patiently. “After everything that’s happened, did you really expect her to jump into your arms?” I clenched my jaw, my fists tightening at my sides. “I went on my knees, Mom,” I snapped. “I fucking begged her. And she slapped me!” She shook her head. “And you’re surprised?” I was. Sophia had chased me, crying, begging, doing everything in her power to keep me in her life. Now… she was acting like I was nothing to her. That wasn’t possible. That wasn’t Sophia. “Let’s go back inside,” my mother said, gesturing towards the lawyer’s office. “Your lawyer is still there, speaking with hers. You need to calm down and handle this properly.” I