Semua Bab Will You Marry Me?: Bab 181 - Bab 190

After Ruby left with Camila, they both made the necessary arrangements and decided on a fresh, public reintroduction the next day. Ruby had to transform—no longer the broken woman who had once disappeared, but someone who could command the world’s attention again. Camila brought in a team of stylists who did her makeup, styled her hair into soft curls, and dressed her in a modest yet elegant cream blouse with a pearl necklace—something simple, feminine, and disarming. Her skin glowed under the lights, and though her heart was still heavy, her eyes held a certain quiet fire. She looked nothing like the frightened woman who once hid in the shadows. That evening, Ruby sat across from the renowned host, Leticia Marquez, in a well-lit studio. The show had been heavily promoted all day, teasing the long-awaited return of Ruby Martinez—the woman who had vanished on her wedding day. The atmosphere was electric. The nation was watching. Leticia leaned forward, her pen poised between her

When Ruby got into her car, she sat still for a long moment before pulling out her phone from her bag. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unlocked the screen and opened the gallery where a single photo stared back at her—Hector’s picture. It was one of the few photos she had managed to recover from her cloud storage, one she’d stared at almost every night since he died. Her voice was soft, but heavy with regret as she whispered, “Hector, it’s been more than a month since....since I… since I killed you. And not a day has passed that I haven’t thought about it. I regret it so much. I should never have acted out of rage.” She paused, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes. “What do I do? How can I right my wrongs, Hector? You didn't deserve what I did to you. I can’t forget you, and I can’t forgive myself. You were the one person who looked at me and saw someone special, and I… I repaid you with betrayal.” She lowered the phone to her lap, biting her lip to stifle the so

The house was quiet. The kind of silence that didn’t bring peace but stirred everything he was trying to bury. Hector stood by the window of his study, arms folded tightly across his chest, staring out into the vast backyard that once reminded him of freedom. Now, it only reminded him of Ruby. A knock came on the door. “Come in,” Hector said, his voice flat. The door creaked open, and one of his trusted men stepped inside. He looked hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he should speak. “Well?” “She came, boss,” the underling said quietly. “Ruby.” Hector didn’t flinch, but inside, something shifted. “She said… she needs to see you. Just once. She said it’s important. That if she sees you one more time, she’ll never bother you again.” He turned away from the window and sat on the edge of his desk, one hand rubbing his jaw. “Did she say what it was about?” “No. Only that it was important. She seemed sincere. Sad.” Of course she did."I told her you were dead, just as yo

Seeing Camila standing there with a gun pointed straight at Hector, Ruby instinctively stepped in front of him. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sharp and protective. Without hesitation, she moved forward and snatched the gun from Camila, tossing it across the room. Camila’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I should be the one asking you that! Why is this monster in your room?” Hector smirked from behind Ruby. “Camila,” he said calmly, “you know, I never got the chance to say I admire your loyalty. It’s… impressive.” Camila glared at him, then turned to Ruby. “What the hell is going on here? Are you seriously sitting with a ghost?” Hector, unbothered, sat down and crossed his legs, silently watching the drama unfold. Ruby took a breath. “I’ll explain everything. Hector survived, Camila. He’s been alive… and he’s been protecting me. He’s not here to hurt me. He saved me.” “I still don’t get it.” “The bottom line is…” Ruby hesitated, then looked straight at Camila.

Ruby clung to Hector’s chest, holding him tightly as sleep slowly overtook her. With her arms wrapped around him and his steady heartbeat beneath her ear, she drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. By the time she opened her eyes again, the morning sun had already begun streaming through the curtains. She blinked a few times and reached across the bed—only to find it empty. She sat up immediately, heart racing. “Hector?” she called out, glancing around the room. “Hector?” Her voice wavered. Was it all a dream? Her hand flew to her lips—the place he had kissed her the night before. The warmth of his touch, the passion, the softness of his voice... it had all felt so real. Her eyes welled up with tears. “No,” she whispered, “It felt too real to be a dream.” Just then, the bathroom door opened. Hector stepped out with a towel slung around his waist, his hair damp and messy from a shower, water glistening across his chest. His skin was golden under the light, his sharp jawline