Semua Bab UNBREAKABLE BOND: Bab 31 - Bab 36

Elodie's fingers froze midair. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Like a detective uncovering evidence, she rushed to the other bouquets—flipping through the cards one by one. “You’re still mine.” “Let’s start over. I miss you.” “My heart never stopped beating for you.” Every message was signed with the name she least wanted to see. Bryce. “Of course,” she said aloud, her voice bitter. “Roses from the devil in Dior.” Without missing a beat, Elodie grabbed the flowers, dumped them unceremoniously into a large trash bag, and tied it like it contained radioactive waste. Her heels clacked angrily down the hallway as she dragged the bag past stunned coworkers. Once outside, she yanked the lid off the nearest dumpster and tossed the whole bouquet bundle inside. “Here. Romantic trash meets literal trash.” She dusted her hands with theatrical flair. “Have a great life together.” Back inside, she scrubbed her hands like she’d just touched a disease, grumbling under her breath

Inside her office, Elodie locked the door behind her and leaned against it. For a moment, she just stood there… then the dam burst. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks as she slid to the floor, hugging her knees. She reached down and touched her stomach gently, remembering the flutter of tiny kicks that once lived there. TWO YEARS AGO Elodie skimmed through her computer, her eyes searching through different files as her phone beeped. She picked it up from the table and the picture of her husband, Bryce Tanner getting into a hotel room with a woman by his side appeared. She scoffed, "California huh!" He had told her he was going for a business trip in California and had been away for three days. There was a lot of gossip about his numerous affairs and scandalous lifestyle on the Internet and she had suffered moments where people pointed fingers at her gossiping about her family affairs. Elodie rubbed her six months old pregnant belly as she said, "I couldn't care le

The morning sun poured through the windows like a warm blanket, casting soft light over two souls finally at peace. Elodie stirred first, her cheek resting against Williams’s chest. His arms were still wrapped around her, as if even in sleep he was afraid to let her go. They didn’t say much as they woke. They didn’t need to. Their silence was a language all its own...a quiet that hummed with gratitude, with the kind of intimacy built over time, broken, and rebuilt again. They showered together, laughing like children under the spray of warm water. Afterward, Elodie moved through the kitchen with surprising ease, barefoot and radiant, chopping vegetables while Williams scrambled eggs. They argued briefly over seasoning, only to dissolve into laughter when he dropped a spoon into the sink and splashed them both. It was domestic and simple. Strangely perfect. As they ate, Williams reached for her hand. "Will you move in with me?" She paused, her fork halfway to her lips. "No," sh