All Chapters of No Longer Shadow Of My Sister: Divorcing The CEO: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Tiara barely looks up to Danny who is sitting on the chair, leaning towards her. Her lashes flutter faintly before dropping again, as if even lifting her gaze costs too much strength. His brows stretch with the concern that can puzzle anyone. A shallow breath slips past his lips, uneven, restrained. Not friendly, not family-like or anything else, just... the one when someone feels guilty, someone who thinks that fails to protect the very person they have sworn to protect forever. His jaw tightens for a split second, the muscle ticking as he looks at her.He extends his hand, but hesitates to move. His fingers hover mid-air, curling slightly as if unsure whether he deserves to touch her at all. He can see the bead of tears in the corner of her eyes. The sight makes his chest constrict painfully. The weight pull towards the intention of wiping it off her red cheeks is stronger than he has expected. His thumb twitches, betraying the restraint he is trying so hard to maintain." Should I

The atmosphere inside the study turns heavier the moment Lawyer Jean arrives. The sharp click of the door closing behind him sounds louder than it should, sealing the tension inside the room. The man removes his coat slowly, his movements calm and measured, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Travis.Jean is in his late forties, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed, eyes sharp behind thin-rimmed glasses. He has handled enough high-profile cases to recognize when something has crossed the line beyond repair. One look at Travis’s rigid posture and clenched fists tells him this is not a simple matter.Ivan stands near the desk, laptop still open, the screen glowing faintly in the dim light. Travis doesn’t bother offering pleasantries.“Sit,” Travis says, his voice low but commanding.Jean nods once and takes the chair opposite him, setting his briefcase down. He opens it carefully, taking out a notepad and pen, his eyes lifting back to Travis. “Ivan briefed me on the basics. I

The night has grown quiet by the time Travis finally steps away from the Ivan's apartment complex's corridor. The chaos from earlier has dulled into a low hum of fluorescent lights, distant footsteps, and murmured conversations behind closed doors. He leans against the wall near a window, loosening his tie slightly, exhaustion settling deep into his bones. His phone feels heavy in his hand as he scrolls once before tapping a familiar contact.It rings only once.“Travis,” his mother’s voice comes through, calm but alert. “We were just about to call you.”He straightens instinctively. “How is Tiara?”“She’s resting,” Mrs. Ericson replies. “The doctor checked on her again. Her fever hasn’t risen. She finally looks peaceful.”A breath Travis didn’t realize he was holding escapes him slowly. “That’s good. I was thinking… should I come over? I can meet you both there.”There is a brief pause, followed by a firm but gentle response.“No,” his father says, stepping into the call. “You’re no

The room feels too small for Sarah Homes whose heart is drumming against her eardrums, loud and restless. The dormitory walls close in on her, painted an off-white that looks dull under the flickering tube light above. Her desk is cluttered with textbooks she hasn’t opened in days, loan documents stacked messily beneath them like a quiet accusation. The heater hums weakly in the corner, doing little to chase away the chill that seeps into her bones. Sarah sits on the edge of her bed, knees pulled close to her chest, biting her nails frantically. The skin around her fingers is raw, red, uneven. She doesn’t seem to notice. Her leg bounces uncontrollably, heel tapping against the floor in a sharp, irregular rhythm. The reflection of her phone screen in her eyes reflects her anxiety. Her thumb hover on the screen but she doesn't scroll. Her eyes find nothing. No notifications. No messages. No sudden police alerts. No consequences. She exhales shakily and lets out a brittle l

Travis knows his sister is one of the kindest people he has ever met. Tiara always talks about the fun times she has with her friends. Yet she never wants to bring them home. Whenever her birthday comes, she insists on never inviting them. She chooses to throw another party outside instead.At that moment, he thinks Tiara is like him, separating her personal life from her social life. After all, it’s a bit complicated to mix them.Travis steps inside, the soft squeak of his shoes against the polished floor barely audible. He pauses for a moment, letting his eyes adjust, and takes in the sight of his sister lying there, fragile yet resilient. Tiara looks smaller than he remembers, tucked neatly beneath the hospital blanket, her chest rising and falling softly with each measured breath.He walks carefully over to the side table, where a small tray awaits. On it sits a bowl of porridge, steam rising from the surface, filling the room with the faint, comforting aroma of something homemade