Semua Bab RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHASED ME BACK: Bab 351 - Bab 353

The new balance was a living thing. The garden, viewed through the Prism of Found Significance, hummed with a quiet, profound music. The silver tree wasn't just a tree; it was a chronicle of patient growth, its rings whispering tales of seasons we’d never known. The stream’s song was a layered epic of erosion and persistence. Even the flour dust in our kitchen seemed to hold the ghost of a million harvested grains. It was beautiful, but… intense. Like listening to a symphony played at the threshold of hearing, constantly.The Overreal, through its Lens of Gentle Focus, was reportedly thriving. The Curator had sent a care package: a vial of “Tamed Starlight” that shone with a pleasant, non- allegorical glow, and a recipe for “Quiet Cake” that promised serenity without metaphysical side effects.We’d achieved a delicate, un

The Great Interdimensional Hide-and-Seek Tournament turned our garden from a sanctuary into a stadium. The Chaos Realm’s “Game Master,” which Lina had nicknamed “Scribble,” was a formidable, if infuriating, opponent. It played by the letter of our hastily invented rules, but its imagination was… unconstrained by things like “physics” or “good taste.”Finding the acorn-noir had taken us three hours and required Kael to build a micro-empathy scanner tuned to “gumshoe melancholy.” We’d won the first point. Scribble had taken its loss with the grace of a supernova, immediately demanding a rematch.Now, it was our turn to hide. The rules stated the hiding had to create a “stable, self-contained narrative pocket” within the Chaos Realm. The thought of sending a piece of our reality into