บททั้งหมดของ Ex-Wife Returns for Revenge : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The restaurant was a masterpiece of ambiance, a symphony of soft lights, clinking glasses, and smooth jazz that seemed to cocoon Sarah and Taylor in their own little bubble. The tables were dressed in white linen, candles flickering faintly atop each one, and the smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the air. It was perfect, every detail planned to ensure tonight would be unforgettable.She had spent hours preparing for this. From choosing the perfect navy dress that clung just right to curling her hair in soft waves framing her face, she'd gone all out. And as Taylor walked slightly ahead of her toward their table, his presence towering, calm, and collected, she couldn't help but feel a spark of nervous energy.For a man who had agreed to dinner more out of obligation than interest, Taylor still managed to look effortlessly handsome.His charcoal suit seemed to blend with his skin, and his crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar to add just that touch of casualness ne

Taylor sat at his desk, eyes scanning the cluttered papers in front of him. The soft glow of the late afternoon sunlight filtered through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm hue over the sleek, minimalist furnishings of his office. It was already past five, and the clock on his desk showed no mercy. The minutes had dragged themselves along, each heavier than the last.He knew he should have left a long time ago, but work had a way of finding him, pulling him deeper into its relentless current.Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, the muscles in his neck tightening. He glanced at his watch-five minutes past five-and pushed the chair back with a sharp creak.He closed the open files across his desk with a quick, habitual movement and reached for the note he had left to his secretary that he would be back later. The thought of facing her questions-the little smirk she always wore whenever she asked about Sarah-made him roll his eyes. He didn't need that today.“Taylor

The mansion was in a whirlwind of panic as the ambulance arrived less than ten minutes after the grandmother had collapsed. The wailing sirens echoed through the estate, cutting through the tension that had consumed the family. Two medics rushed into the house, carefully lifting the elderly woman onto the stretcher while the staff followed behind, trying to be helpful amidst the chaos.Leo and Bella climbed into the ambulance; both were visibly shaken. Bella sat by her grandmother's side, holding her hand tightly, while Leo settled on the opposite side, his face a mask of worry.Nicole began to follow them, but Bella spun and forcefully pushed her away. "Don't you dare go near her! This is all your fault!" Bella's voice was shrill with anger and grief.Nicole's breath caught in her throat as she stumbled backward. The sting of accusation of such vile acts, coupled with the futility of seeing the only person to ever show her a shred of kindness lying unconscious, clouded her vision

The hospital became eerily quiet after Charles stormed out, his footsteps echoing in the corridor as the door swung shut behind him. Nicole stood frozen, her emotions a tangled mess. Though her exterior remained calm, the storm within her raged. Bella avoided her gaze, her expression a mix of guilt and uncertainty. Leo, however, stood steady, his protective instincts evident in the way his fists clenched and his jaw tightened.From the hospital bed, the grandmother stirred weakly. Her voice, although no more than a whisper, held a strong appeal therein. "Stay together… family is everything," she murmured, her pale face creased with exhaustion.Leaning closer, Leo and Bella reached instinctively for her hands. Nicole hung back, a pace or so away from them, and watched the family to which she had never intended to belong.Teetering between feelings of awkwardness and connectedness, held together by some unseen tie.…………………………………………………………………………………….Back at the mansion, the drive home

Taylor woke up early, his mind buzzing with thoughts as he prepared for his first day back at the office since the recent upheavals in his life. The globe of contracts, business, and schedules appeared as a preferable way of escaping the turmoil of his own life. The man was well groomed, wearing a well-fitted navy-blue suit, tuxedo, and stepped out of his penthouse with a purpose in his eyes; his black sports car purred to life as he headed towards the cityscape.In his small office the usual sounds of business filled the air: the clattering of keys on the typewriters, telephone ringing, and low voices of his subordinates. Taylor let out a deep breath and his shoulders dropped down a notch. Emily, a businesslike lady in her early thirties who has been his assistant recently, good at making schedules for him, knocked on his door and came in.“Good morning, Mr. Fury,” Emily said, waving a tablet in her hand. “As per today’s plan, at four o’clock, you have a meeting with Griffins Ind