Semua Bab Not His Wife Anymore: Bab 61 - Bab 65

Naya's Pov“I don’t even know how you sleep at night.”The voice stopped Naya mid-step, halfway down the hall that led to the women’s bathroom. She froze, her hand tightening around the strap of her purse. She didn’t have to turn, she already knew it.Daniel.Slowly, she looked over her shoulder. He stood leaning against the wall like he owned the place, his suit sharp, tie loosened just enough to look casual. His dark hair was still perfect, his jaw tight. He looked the same as always, like it was a tiring activity. And somehow that hurt more than anything.“What do you want?” Naya asked, her voice flat.Daniel pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “Just to talk. You’ve been telling stories up there, painting me as some monster. Thought I should remind you of the truth.”She lifted her chin. “The truth is what I told them. You ignored me for a year. You left me alone in that house while you were God knows where. And your mother treated me like I was dirt.”He smirked. “You think any

“You always ruin everything!”Naya froze mid-step. Adrian’s voice, sharp and too close, echoed down the hallway. She pressed her back against the wall, heart thumping.Chloe’s reply came just as sharp. “Don’t put this on me. You’re the one who cracked first. You looked like an amateur in there.”“I didn’t crack.” Adrian’s shoes scraped against the floor, pacing maybe. “You contradicted yourself twice. Twice, Chloe. Do you have any idea how bad that looked?”“I wouldn’t have if you’d done your part,” she shot back. “You promised me Daniel would never doubt me. But I can feel it—he’s looking at me different. And that’s your fault.”Naya leaned closer to the corner, hardly breathing. Her palms were clammy.Adrian lowered his voice, but the words still carried. “We’re this close. All we need is for her to break down once more on the stand. If you can’t hold your story together—”“You don’t get to lecture me,” Chloe hissed. “You’re not the one pretending to be pregnant every day. You think

The knock on the door was soft, almost hesitant.Naya frowned, setting down the chipped mug of tea Zipper had left for her earlier. She wasn’t expecting anyone he was the only one allowed in and out of the guest house without clearance.She opened the door and froze.“Daniel.”He smiled the same polished smile she used to fall for, the one that looked effortless but cost her everything. His suit was sharp, his cologne familiar. He leaned on the frame like he belonged there.“Can I come in?” he asked.Her throat tightened. “You’re not supposed to be here.”“I know.” He glanced over his shoulder, then back at her. “Two minutes. That’s all I want. Just to check on you.”Naya almost slammed the door. Almost. Instead, she stepped aside, stiff and unwilling, and he walked in as if he still had rights to the space.The guest house felt smaller instantly.“Nice setup,” he said, looking around. “Better than the ward, I imagine.”“Say what you came to say,” she muttered.Daniel turned to her,