Semua Bab Once Upon a Marriage : Bab 121 - Bab 126

Eloise The next day…. I sat on the second row, hands folded over the leather strap of my purse, listening to the shuffle of shoes, the murmured chatter, and the squeak of pens dragging against notepads. It had been trial after trial, one courtroom after another, and my body had grown used to this place, almost as if my ribs had sprouted their own wooden benches. I didn’t mind. No, not anymore. So far every soul that had left scars on me, physical, emotional, spiritual, had been made to choke down their share of the poison they brewed. Today would be no different. Today belonged to Jennifer. She stood at the front, just beyond the polished oak barrier that separated the public from the professionals. She was thinner than before, her once-gleaming blonde hair dulled and tied in a hasty knot. She had tried to wear confidence like a perfume, but it didn’t stick. Her navy suit hung on her as though it belonged to someone else, someone more solid. She kept her chin tilted, eyes darting

Eloise It had been days since Mike came to me with his apology, days of me tossing on my bed, clutching my pillow, wondering if forgiveness was too generous a word to give a man who had once gambled with my trust. The air in my house had grown stale from replaying the same memories: the sting of Damon’s words, the confusion that crawled into my heart, and Mike’s face when he admitted what happened years ago. I couldn’t carry it alone anymore. My pride was starting to feel heavier than my heart. So I picked up my phone and dialed the one person who never sugarcoated anything. “Ava,” I breathed when she answered. “You sound like a storm about to break,” she said, her tone already bracing for confession. “Can you come over? I…I need you.” She didn’t ask why. “Give me twenty minutes.” By the time she arrived, I had already made tea, though neither of us touched it once we sat at the kitchen table. Ava leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, her expression the mix of friend and

I know some of you have been impatient, waiting, hoping, and silently rooting for Eloise from the very beginning. You saw her broken, you saw her fight, you saw her lose, and yet you stayed, turning each page, holding your breath, waiting for her to finally get her moment. This story wasn’t meant to be rushed. Eloise’s journey was never about instant happiness, but about clawing her way through betrayal, heartbreak, revenge, and resilience. Every tear, every scream, every whispered “I can’t anymore” was building toward this ending. To those who loved Eloise fiercely, thank you. To those who hated her at times but couldn’t stop reading — thank you. To those who sent me messages like “When will she finally win?!” I heard you, I felt your impatience, but I promise it made this ending sweeter. This isn’t just a love story. It’s survival. It’s revenge. It’s healing. It’s proof that broken doesn’t mean defeated. And now, Eloise finally has her victory. She has her freedom. She has her lov