Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Price of His Betrayal : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

The day had drained every ounce of energy from Crystal. From the moment she stepped into the office that morning, her phone had not stopped buzzing. Meetings piled on each other like endless waves; contracts, reports, and deadlines demanded her signature, her judgment, her presence. By the time she finally pulled into the driveway, the sun had surrendered to the horizon, leaving streaks of orange fading into deep indigo.Crystal was finally home, she stepped out of her car, her handbag slung loosely over her arm. Her shoulders ached under the weight of exhaustion, yet her natural grace remained untouched. The golden flecks in her hazel eyes glimmered softly against the twilight. Even with faint shadows under them, her beauty radiated, delicate but unbroken, as though fatigue only deepened her vulnerability.She walked briskly through the quiet hallway, her heels making gentle taps against the polished wood floors, she knew her workers had handled everything completely. Upstairs, she s

Dressed in a neatly pressed suit, his posture straight, his face alive with barely contained excitement, he looked every bit like someone walking in with triumph on his shoulders.Before Caleb could even take three full steps into the living room, Adrian was already on his feet. His voice rang out, carrying admiration and pride.“And that,” Adrian said with a grin, “is the main director of this wonderful company!”His laughter followed, and Caleb chuckled too, the two men sharing the kind of instant bond only success could fuel.But for Crystal, the atmosphere had shifted into something darker. Her stomach tightened. The way Caleb carried himself, the spark in his eyes, it unsettled her deeply. She couldn’t shake the feeling that beneath this polished exterior lay a truth she wasn’t ready to face.Her gaze locked with Jenny’s once more. Jenny widened her eyes slightly and gave a subtle nod, silently urging her to relax. But Crystal’s heart wouldn’t listen.Caleb reached Adrian first,

The house was unusually quiet that night, the kind of silence Caleb hadn’t felt in years. He leaned back in the dining chair, a half-emptied glass of whiskey in his hand, the golden liquid catching the dim light. He had poured it for himself as a private toast, a small celebration of what he had accomplished, finally stepping back into the world, finally reclaiming his voice, his strength, his dignity after so long in the shadows.He smiled to himself, swirling the glass slowly. For once, there was no Richard to worry about, no corporate battles clawing at him, no eyes watching his every move. Just him, his thoughts, and the taste of victory.But beneath the joy lingered a hollow space. Rosie. The empty chair across the table reminded him that she hadn’t been home properly in days. He knew her work as a surgeon demanded everything from her, nights bent over cold operating tables, mornings drained into endless rounds. Yet, he missed her. The quiet without her laughter pressed against h

The nanny returned a few minutes later with Zoe’s lunch tray, neatly set with a small bowl of rice, chicken stew, and a cup of freshly squeezed juice. She placed it on the low table near Caleb, giving him a soft smile.“Here’s his meal, sir,” she said gently.Caleb shifted Zoe onto his lap, adjusting the plate closer. “Alright, my big boy,” he said, scooping up a spoonful. “Open wide for Uncle Caleb.”Zoe laughed and leaned forward, his mouth opening wide with playful exaggeration. “Ahhh!” he made the sound dramatically, and Caleb laughed with him, carefully feeding him the bite.The boy chewed happily, swinging his small legs against Caleb’s. His face glowed with a joy so pure that the nanny stood back for a moment, her eyes softening. She couldn’t remember the last time Adrian had sat like this with Zoe, feeding him, laughing with him, making him feel as though he was the most important person in the world. To Adrian, it had always been meetings, deadlines, and phone calls. But Cale

The soft clink of porcelain against her palm steadied her steps as Jenny made her way down the hall. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted upward from the cup, mingling with the faint woody fragrance of the polished walls. She paused briefly at the door to the study, her reflection barely catching in the brass handle, and then lifted her hand.One gentle knock. No answer.With the ease of someone who had already decided not to wait for permission, she turned the knob and slipped inside. The door clicked softly shut behind her, sealing them in a quiet world that felt apart from the rest of the house.Caleb sat at the wide oak desk, his laptop half-open, papers fanned around him in careful stacks. His tie was loosened, his sleeves rolled just past the elbows, a picture of focus, yet his eyes had that restless gleam that betrayed the weight of unspoken thoughts. He looked up slowly, brows raising just slightly in acknowledgment.Jenny crossed the room with deliberate grace, her heel