Semua Bab Betrayed by my Ex, Married his Boss: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I took a quick look at the wall clock, 9:17PMWhere is he?I had eaten dinner already, alone as usual, at this point it was becoming normal to not have him at the dinning table. Taking a glance at his food,well served and untouched, looking back at me, the food already grew cold. I murmured with annoyance, tapping my fingers on the table trying to calm my nervesThe routine of late coming from work was becoming awfully frequent these past few weeks, but he always had something to dish out as excuse, be it having to cover for a colleague or having extra meeting or traffic, Micheal never disappointed in having a comeback to when I questioned his tardiness coming back from work, but it had gotten to his stage where I doubt I was going to buy those bullcrap anymore. Picking up my phone, I dialed his number, no answer, tried it a couple more times and still no answer, rather I got sent to the voicemail, my annoyance became frustration. Two years into this marriage and the bond between me

I was barely done packing my things and locking my suitcase when my room door slammed opened violently that I felt the walls shakeBefore grasping the moment to react, I got yanked on my hair so hard I was sent stumbling backwards. The feeling of pain surged across my scalp as I gulped, instinctively reaching out to claw at the grip holding me down only to be met with a gaze that couldn't be mistaken. Michael.His face was twisted with rage, his breath ragged as he shoved his phone inches from my face."What the hell is this, Adaline?" he sparked, his fingers still tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make my scalp burnp. Through my tears, I barely registered the image on the screen.That picture.The one Evelyn had sent. A manipulated lie, To the bare eyes it looked like me and the stranger from outside the bar were about to have an intimate embrace, but it was all a lie, edited an altered from the fact I was fighting to get away. "You think you can make a fool of me?" Michae

“Third Person's POV”The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the sterile hospital room, accompanied by the faint scent of antiseptic. Adaline lay motionless on the hospital bed, her pale face contrasting against the stark white sheets. An IV drip was attached to her arm, feeding her body the fluids it desperately needed.Justin stood near the window, arms crossed, his eyes sharply fixated on the city lights beyond. He had found her just in time, barely managing to pull her away from the edge of the bridge before she did something irreversible. It had been years since he last saw her, but he recognized her instantly. The moment she collapsed in his arms, he had acted on instinct, rushing her to the hospital without a second thought.A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. The doctor stepped in, checking Adaline’s vitals. “She’s stable now,” the doctor informed him. “Physically, she’s fine, but she’s severely exhausted and emotionally distressed. She’ll need rest and su

Justin stood in the doorway, one shoulder pressed against the frame, his expression deliberately unreadable though his knuckles whitened against the coffee mug he gripped. He had just overheard her phone call with her mother, the hushed, tense conversation that had ended with Adaline's abrupt goodbye."So, Michael wants you back?" he asked, his voice calm yet probing, the question hanging in the air between them like a fragile thing.Adaline stiffened, her spine straightening almost imperceptibly before she let out a deep breath that seemed to deflate something within her. "He doesn't want me back, Justin," she said, meeting his gaze directly. "He just doesn't want to lose control over me. There's a difference." Her voice carried the weight of history in those final words."Why won't you take Michael back?" he pressed, his voice measured but curious, eyes never leaving her face. "He clearly wants you. You could go back to your home, your life—"Adaline let out a dry laugh that held no

Her mother sniffed. "Marriage isn't about romance, Adaline. It's about building something lasting. Michael made a mistake, but he's still a good provider. You always were too sentimental.""Your Honor," Adaline spoke clearly, rising from her seat, "this marriage has been loveless from the start. An arrangement my mother made to secure her financial future." She turned toward Michael. "He's abused me emotionally for years. When I couldn't conceive, he blamed me entirely, despite never getting tested himself. When his business failed two years ago, he took it out on me. When Evelyn pregnant, they made sure I knew about it."She laid a medical report on the judge's desk. "I've been seeing a therapist for the past year due to the emotional trauma this marriage has caused. I'm asking the court for a divorce on grounds of mental cruelty and adultery."The judge, a woman in her sixties with shrewd eyes, reviewed the documents before her. "Mr. Anderson, if an heir is your primary concern, it