All Chapters of The Price of His Betrayal : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The corridor outside Room 314 was quiet, too quiet, like the world was holding its breath with her.Crystal sat alone on the bench, gently rocking her baby in her arms. She had been pacing earlier, walking the length of the hallway over and over again until her legs grew tired and her knees began to shake. Now, she simply sat… because standing didn’t help anymore. Nothing could ease the ache inside her, not even the gentle weight of her child pressed against her chest.Her eyes, red from sleeplessness, kept drifting to the closed hospital door just ahead.Adrian was there.Fighting.Or maybe…She closed her eyes, refusing to finish the thought. Her hands tightened around the baby, who was sleeping peacefully, as if he knew no storm had passed over them. His breath was calm, his fingers curled into the fabric of her blouse.“Your daddy’s in there,” she whispered to him, her voice shaking. “And he’s trying… trying so hard to come back to us. He promised. He said he’d never leave.”She w

The room was dim, the curtains drawn tightly against the afternoon light. The smell of sterilizing alcohol still lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of lavender oil that Dr. Rosie always kept near her desk, the only softness in an otherwise cold, clinical world.He stood by the window, arms crossed behind his back, dressed in a dark, tailored shirt and slacks. The outline of his figure had changed since the hospital days, leaner, sharper, more refined. But what was most changed… was his face.It wasn’t just the bone structure, the newly sculpted jawline, or the subtle skin grafts that covered the old scars.It was the eyes.Colder now.Harder.Distant.Rosie sat at the small desk near the bookshelf, her white coat folded neatly over her chair. She wasn’t wearing her usual hospital uniform today, just a simple navy blouse and jeans, her hair pulled into a low bun, exposing the tired edges of her face.“You shouldn’t have gone to their house,” she said quietly, without l

The soft murmur of voices drifted through the Blake residence, blending with the hum of the midday air conditioning and the occasional creak of polished wood. For nearly two hours, Adrian and Caleb had been seated at the long oak table in the reading lounge, their heads bent over spreadsheets, architectural drafts, and business projections that covered most of the tabletop. It was a storm of ideas, strategic layouts, team structures, expansion models, and Caleb had flowed through it with precision.Adrian, relaxed in his grey lounge shirt, leaned back now with a satisfied sigh, a pencil still tucked between his fingers.“I have to say, Caleb,” Adrian said, running a hand through his hair, “you’ve managed to exhaust not only this document but also me. It’s been a while since I felt this productive in one sitting.”Caleb chuckled lightly, fingers brushing over a sheet of annotations he'd just finished reviewing. “You’re the one who made it easy, sir. Working with someone who’s both inte

The morning air inside the apartment was quiet… almost too quiet.The sun filtered through the sheer curtains in soft, golden streaks, casting a muted glow across the dining table where Rosie sat alone, her stethoscope hanging lazily around her neck, her breakfast untouched.A bowl of oats.A half-filled mug of coffee, lukewarm.She wasn’t hungry.But she sat anyway, spoon in hand, stirring, stirring, stirring… staring into nothing.The soft creak of a door made her blink.Caleb stepped out of the hallway, freshly showered, dressed in a dark navy shirt and black trousers. He looked composed, sharp, even. His usual quiet confidence returned, but his eyes?Still carried the weight of last night.Their eyes met.The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the background.Neither spoke.“Good morning,” Rosie finally said, her voice measured, calm.“Morning,” Caleb replied, equally quiet, walking toward the fridge and opening it, more to avoid her gaze than to actually grab anything.She took a sma

The house was quiet, save for the distant ticking of the wall clock and the gentle hum of the ceiling fan that circled lazily above the living room. Caleb sat on the edge of the couch, staring at his phone screen but not truly seeing it, his thoughts still fogged by the weight of the earlier moment with Crystal.He exhaled slowly, shutting off the screen and dropping the phone beside him. A hint of a weary smile touched his lips, the kind of smile that said I'm tired, but I made it through today.Then—The sound of tiny, fast footsteps echoed from the hallway.“Unkoo!”Caleb’s head snapped up, startled but instantly softened as Zoey came bursting into the living room in his tiny pajamas, his curls bouncing with every step and his arms already stretched wide.Caleb barely had time to react before the little boy flung himself into his chest with full force.“Oof, Hey, hey, little man!” Caleb laughed, wrapping his arms tightly around him and lifting him slightly off the ground. “You almo