Semua Bab Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging: Bab 271 - Bab 280

AlexThe key card beeped and I pushed into the hotel room, already calling her name. "Maya?"Nothing. The room was empty, but not empty—her presence was still there in the rumpled bedsheets, the tea cup on the nightstand, her shoes kicked off by the bathroom door. Wind moved through the space, and I followed it to the source.The balcony doors were wide open.I found her leaning against the railing, completely still. Not moving, not fidgeting, just standing there with her forearms resting on the metal barrier like she'd been carved from stone. The city spread out below us, all glittering lights and distant traffic sounds, but Maya wasn't really looking at any of it. She was looking through it.I stood in the doorway for

TroyDear Troy,When had Fiona written a note to me? Before all this, we weren't close. Not in the slightest. We'd barely known each other existed before that night at the club. So this had to have been written here, in my apartment. That night.The thought struck me.Had Fiona overdosed while I was sleeping? While I was supposed to be keeping watch over her? I tried to picture it. At some point during the night, she must have woken up. Maybe looked over at me passed out in the chair. Maybe watched my face for a while, then found some paper and started writing.A note that started with "Dear Troy."I laughed. Actually laughed out loud, which probably made me look completely insane."Troy?" Olivia was staring at me, concern written all over her face. "What does it say?""Fiona wrote her final words to me," I said, still half-laughing. "Not to her parents. Not to Maya. To me."The irony was too much. This girl I'd barely known had chosen me to receive her last thoughts. Me, the guy who'

SarahI was still in my pajamas when I got to the hotel. Pink cotton shorts and an oversized t-shirt that said "Art is Not Dead" across the front. Not exactly the outfit I'd choose for a midnight crisis intervention, but Alex had sounded so broken on the phone that I'd just grabbed my keys and left.The elevator ride up felt endless. Lorenzo had wanted to come with me, but I'd told him to stay put. Whatever was happening with Maya, she didn't need a stranger witnessing it.I knocked on the door, and Alex opened it immediately. He looked terrible—hair messy, eyes red, still wearing the same clothes from when he'd shown up at my apartment hours ago."Couldn't you have changed into something?" he asked, looking at my pajamas."Did you hear yourself on the phone?" I pushed past him into the room. "Where is she?"The hotel room was nice—expensive, obviously—but Maya wasn't in the living area. Alex gestured toward the bedroom."I brought her inside about an hour ago," he said.I found Maya

TroyVincent's office looked exactly like I'd expected. Everything perfectly organized, expensive furniture, and not a single paper out of place. The man himself was sitting behind his desk wearing a suit, looking at the evidence we'd brought back from Chicago like he was reviewing quarterly reports instead of material that could destroy Daniel Russo."The recordings are particularly damning," he said, setting down one of the transcripts Olivia had prepared. "Mr. Russo was remarkably candid with Mr. Harrison about his intentions.""Remarkably stupid, you mean," I said.Vincent's mouth twitched slightly. "Indeed."Olivia was sitting across from me, her own copy of the evidence spread out in front of her. She'd been taking notes for the past hour, building what she called "the prosecution's wet dream." Her words, not mine."The financial records are solid too," she said. "Bank transfers, payment schedules, even expense reports where Daniel charged Maya's stalking to the company credit c

TroyFor a moment, I just stood there staring at them. Maya looked different than the last time I'd seen her—calmer somehow, but also more solid. Less like she might disappear if I blinked too hard. Sarah was beside her, and there was something protective in the way she positioned herself, like she was ready to catch Maya if she fell."You're back," I said, which was possibly the most obvious statement in human history."I'm back," Maya confirmed. She took a step closer, and I could see exhaustion in her face. The kind that comes from traveling across time zones and dealing with shit that shouldn't exist in a reasonable world. "Sarah convinced me I was being an idiot.""She wasn't being an idiot," Sarah said, shooting Maya a look. "She was processing trauma. There's a difference."I looked at Maya more carefully. "Are you okay?"Maya nodded, but she wasn't really looking at me. Her eyes kept darting away, focusing on the sidewalk, the building behind me, anywhere but my face. I could