Semua Bab My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Lily’s apartment was a stark contrast to the suffocating tension of Blackwood Estate. The space was small but cozy, with soft lighting and the scent of lavender drifting from a nearby candle. Carmela sat curled up on the couch, a warm blanket draped over her lap, but no matter how much she tried to relax, her mind refused to settle. Everything from earlier replayed in her head. Damion’s fury. His accusations. The way he had walked away, leaving her standing there, feeling small. Her father’s betrayal. Her own heartache. “You’re thinking too much.” Lily’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Carmela looked up to see her friend standing by the kitchen, two mugs in her hands. “I brought tea,” Lily said, walking over. “Because you look like you’re about to spiral, and honestly? I don’t have the energy to drag you out of it.” Carmela let out a weak chuckle, accepting the mug. “Thanks.” Lily sat beside her, tucking her legs under herself. “So, are we gonna talk about

Carmela sat at a small café tucked away from the city’s chaos, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. The café was warm, the scent of freshly brewed espresso lingering in the air. She had asked Lucas to meet her here—it was time to clear the air between them.The bell above the door jingled softly as Lucas entered, his tall frame filling the entrance. His sharp eyes scanned the room before they landed on her. For a moment, his face softened.He walked toward her table, dressed in a casual navy jacket and dark jeans, yet still carrying that same air of quiet confidence. He slid into the seat across from her, his gaze never leaving her face.“I wasn’t sure you’d call,” Lucas said, a faint smile playing on his lips.Carmela exhaled quietly. “I didn’t want to leave things the way they were.”Lucas leaned back in his chair, stretching one arm along the backrest. “And how exactly are things, Carmela?” His tone was light, but there was a weight behind his words.She hesitated, choosing her next

Carmela woke to the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the curtains, painting delicate gold streaks across the plush bedroom. For a fleeting moment, everything felt calm. Peaceful. As if the weight of the last few days hadn’t happened.But reality settled in quickly, like a heavy stone pressing against her chest.The dinner. Damion’s apology. His words still echoed in her mind.“I do want you to fight for me.”But how long could she keep fighting for a man who still seemed to be fighting against himself?With a sigh, she pushed the blankets aside and slipped out of bed, her bare feet brushing against the cool floor. She padded toward the bathroom, trying to push away the ache curling in her stomach.By the time she emerged—hair damp and skin warm from the shower—her thoughts were still a tangled mess. She needed clarity, space to think, but Blackwood Estate was a constant reminder of everything unresolved between them.She needed to get out.Grabbing a pair of jeans an

The room was cold. Even with the heavy silk sheets pulled around her fragile frame, the chill settled deep into her bones. But it wasn’t the night air that made her tremble—it was the memory. The ghosts of her choices haunted her every waking moment.And now Adrian was back.Alive.Her heart pounded in her chest, a painful reminder that the past could never be buried. Not fully. Not when blood had been spilled to keep the Blackwood empire intact.She leaned back against the headboard, closing her eyes, and for a moment—just a moment—she allowed herself to return to where it all began.The day their father died. Her own son. Fifteen Years AgoThe Blackwood patriarch had been a cruel man. Powerful. Merciless. And utterly obsessed with legacy.When news of his death broke, the boardroom of Blackwood Enterprises became a battlefield.And at the center of it all stood Adrian.He was the eldest—by only a year—but the difference between him and Damion could not have been greater. Where Dami

The soft clink of silverware against porcelain filled the intimate space of the restaurant. Candlelight flickered between them, casting a warm glow over their meal. For the first time in what felt like forever, Carmela felt a strange sense of normalcy—like they were just any other couple enjoying dinner together.But that illusion shattered when Damion’s phone buzzed against the table.His entire demeanor shifted.Carmela watched as he reached for the device, his expression unreadable as he glanced at the caller ID. Without a word, he answered, bringing the phone to his ear.“Speak.”The voice on the other end was muffled, but Carmela could hear the urgency in the tone. Damion’s jaw clenched slightly.“When?” he asked, his voice quieter now, but colder.A pause.“And he just left?”Carmela frowned, setting down her fork. The look on Damion’s face made it urgent. What was happening this time around?Another long silence stretched between them before Damion let out a slow breath, his fi