Semua Bab After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Bab 51 - Bab 60

I lowered my head, avoiding his gaze. Miles suddenly asked, “Kira and Trey came today?” I was stunned. I hadn’t expected him to bring that up. I nodded. He asked, “Did they say anything unpleasant to you?” I shook my head. “Really?” he pressed. I shook my head again. Miles studied me for a long moment before finally responding with a simple, “Alright. Go upstairs and rest.” I hesitated, standing there, the words I had been rehearsing all afternoon suddenly stuck in my throat. Noticing I hadn’t moved, Miles turned back. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Or do you have something to tell me?” I quickly shook my head. “No, nothing. It’s nothing.” With that, I hurried upstairs. Just as I reached the stairs, his voice rang out behind me. “Don’t listen to anything Kira says. And as for Trey, just ignore him.” I nodded absentmindedly. Then he added, “Once I’ve finished dealing with things tomorrow, I’ll arrange for you to stay somewhere else.” I froze. Mi

He smirked, his expression unreadable. “If she really does become my sister-in-law, now that would be interesting.”Kira fumed. “Trey, can you seriously tolerate someone like her stepping into the Wynn family?”He glanced at her. “Why? Are you jealous?”Kira quickly covered up. “No! That’s not what I meant. I just think someone like Evelyn is trash—who would want her?!”Trey’s smirk deepened. “I don’t think she’s trash. In fact, I think she’s quite interesting.”Kira was so furious she couldn’t even find the words to respond.Then, as if a thought suddenly struck her, she narrowed her eyes. “Wait… don’t tell me you have an interest in her too?”Instead of answering, Trey lazily gestured for the group of young women nearby to come over.With sweet giggles, they skipped toward him, their voices soft and flirtatious.Whatever they whispered in his ear made him chuckle. He casually pulled two of them into his arms and planted playful kisses on each of their cheeks.The tennis court filled

His voice was slow, deliberate. “Evelyn, can we not get a divorce?”For a second, I thought I had misheard.I hadn’t even responded when Julian spoke again, his tone both weary and frustrated. “Evelyn, let’s talk this through properly. Don’t treat divorce like a joke.”I remained silent.Sensing my lack of response, he pressed on. “I admit that I married you out of spite back then, but we’ve been through five years together. We’ve weathered storms. Why can’t we just… stay married?”His voice softened, filled with a kind of forced tenderness. “Eve, I know I’ve let you down in many ways. But stop this, okay? Come back.”I hung up.Then, without hesitation, I blocked the number.I calmly walked back upstairs, looking at the piles of untouched luxury goods scattered around the room.Pulling out my phone, I downloaded the resale app Dolly had recommended. One by one, I took pictures of everything and listed them for sale.At eighteen, I wanted a passionate, all-consuming love.At twenty-fi

"You—!" Chloe lost her composure, but quickly reined herself in.This was a public setting, and more importantly, Miles was here.They still had enough sense not to lash out at me so recklessly in front of him.The atmosphere turned tense again, thick with unspoken hostility.No one spoke this time, not until the food began arriving.Miles casually took my plate of lamb chops and, with precise, unhurried movements, cut the meat into neat, bite-sized pieces before sliding the dish back to me.I looked at the sizzling, juicy lamb and grinned. “Thanks, Miles.”Julian suddenly spoke, his tone laced with irritation. “Eve doesn’t like lamb.”Miles raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”Julian’s expression was firm. “I was married to her for five years. I know exactly what she likes. She hates lamb.”Without a word, I picked up my fork, speared a piece of lamb, and popped it into my mouth.Then I turned to Miles and said, “I love lamb. I always have.”His gaze softened with quiet amusement. “I know. Your b

Miles took my hand and pulled me up. “Let’s go somewhere else.”Without sparing Julian or Chloe a single glance, he strode out of the restaurant, leading me along with him.I couldn’t help but glance back.Julian and Chloe were still at the table, awkwardly arguing with the restaurant manager, their frustration clear.They had probably planned a perfectly romantic evening—reserved the best table to order a fine meal—only to find themselves abruptly unwelcome.But could such a prestigious restaurant really just close early like that, just to get rid of them?I followed Miles.He walked fast, his grip on my hand firm, unwavering.We left the main dining area, but instead of exiting the building, he led me up a staircase on the side.I was caught off guard, not knowing what he was up to.When we reached the second floor, impeccably dressed staff were already waiting. They guided us to a private terrace—intimate, elegant, with a breathtaking view of the city skyline.I peered down through