Semua Bab Chasing The Stubborn Ex-Wife: Bab 51 - Bab 58

Her fingers hovered over the screen, frozen mid-motion, a strange paralysis gripping her. A simple, unassuming text message illuminated the dark screen:"Good night, Evelyn. Sleep well."Her heart twisted painfully, a sharp, unexpected pang of something she couldn’t quite name – a flicker of longing, perhaps, or maybe just a visceral reaction to the unexpected intimacy of his message.Why was he doing this? The silent question echoed in the quiet room. Why now, after everything he had put her through? Did he genuinely believe that a few softly spoken words, delivered via text message in the dead of night, could somehow erase the years of loneliness she had endured during their marriage, the profound betrayal that had shattered her trust, the agonizing sting of his indifference?She pressed her lips into a hard, thin line, a resolute act of self-preservation. She didn’t reply. She couldn’t find the words, the emotional energy completely depleted. Instead, with a deliberate movement, sh

Evelyn stood at the head of the expansive, polished oak conference table, her presence a quiet storm of authority. Sunlight streamed through the panoramic windows, illuminating the digital screen behind her, which displayed a complex tapestry of projected growth charts and meticulously planned timelines.Across the table sat her five most crucial clients – impeccably dressed, their expressions serious and focused, their time a valuable commodity they were not inclined to squander.“…Therefore, if we implement this multi-platform digital strategy proactively, before the close of Q3, you’re realistically looking at a minimum twelve percent increase in measurable brand visibility within that single quarter,” Evelyn stated, her tone smooth, confident, and underpinned by the unwavering conviction of data-driven certainty. “And that projection, I assure you, is being deliberately conservative.”Mr. Henderson, the lead client, a man whose skepticism was as legendary as his company’s success,

The grand ballroom of the city’s most prestigious hotel pulsed with a vibrant energy, a symphony of clinking champagne flutes, hushed conversations punctuated by bursts of elegant laughter, and the smooth melodies of a live jazz band. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, shimmering glow across the impeccably dressed guests, a glittering tableau of the city’s elite gathered for the annual charity gala.Evelyn moved through the throng with an effortless grace, a radiant figure who seemed to exist on a different plane of existence than the mere mortals surrounding her. The strapless emerald gown, a masterpiece of understated design, clung to her curves like liquid moonlight, accentuating her every movement. Her dark hair, a cascade of soft, luxurious waves, framed a face of exquisite beauty, her makeup a subtle enhancement that suggested she was the most captivating presence in the room without any conscious effort. Every gaze seemed magnetically drawn to her, a silent acknowledgment of her

The heavy glass doors of Starlink Corporation whispered shut behind Evelyn, the sound swallowed by the cavernous, hushed lobby. The early morning light, still weak and watery, cast long, skeletal shadows across the polished marble floor, making the space feel more like a mausoleum than a bustling center of commerce. Usually, this early hour held a sense of quiet anticipation, the calm before the storm of the workday. But today, for Evelyn, it felt heavy with foreboding, each click of her heels an echoing drumbeat of her own turbulent emotions.She moved with a deliberate pace, her usual briskness tempered by a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She hadn’t slept well, the familiar landscape of her dreams invaded once again by the stark image of her father’s face, etched with a mixture of despair and a quiet resignation she now understood all too well. Returning to this building, this monument to the man who had orchestrated her father’s downfall, felt like stepping back into t